From: Richard Smith
Subject: The Kraf
Date: Wed, 8 Dec 1993 01:53:21 GMT
The Kraf
by Richard Smith
Part I -- The Abduction
The music pounded Craig from every direction, almost drowning out
the conversations being shouted back and forth. Not that he was
trying to hear what was being said. This was his third week of his
first semester at college, and as yet he had made little progress at
making friends since his arrival. Since most of the people at this
party were second year students, it was even more unlikely that he'd
meet anyone, particularly of the opposite sex. It wasn't that he
wasn't good looking; he'd just turned twenty, stood five feet, ten
inches tall, and weighed a hundred-sixty pounds. He'd just never
known what to do around women, and the few dates he'd had in high
school had ended with them wanting to be friends, but little more.
Still, he hung around the parties, hoping to meet someone -- anyone.
Looking at his watch, he saw that it was almost nine. He'd
arrived before eight, and had met no one since then. Only slightly
disappointed, he got up from the couch and started to make his way to
the front door. Just then he heard someone call his name nearby. It
was George, another first year student, also something of a loner.
He caught up to Craig, taking his hand in a brief greeting shake when
he was close enough. "Craig," he said, loud enough to be heard over
the noise and music, "any luck so far?"
Craig shook his head. "Just leaving," he said.
"Me too." They both continued pushing their way through the
crowded room until they reached the door, and the quiet sanity
beyond.
The night sky was clear, stars shining down in their late summer
constellations. There was no moon -- a new moon, Craig supposed.
Looking at the night sky always made him talkative, and he needed to
get something off his chest tonight. "I'm starting to wonder if I'm
going to the right places at all. Maybe I'm supposed to be a
bachelor for my whole life."
"Well, I've got something that might take your mind off your
problems," George said. "I live only a few blocks from here.
Interested?" With nothing better to do, Craig agreed and they walked
to George's apartment, which turned out to be a bachelor about the
same size as Craig's own. In one corner was a small couch facing a
TV and VCR. George picked a video tape and handed it to Craig.
"Ever watched one of these?"
Craig looked at the title and realized that it was a porno film.
He handed it back and shrugged, then sat on the couch. He'd watched
pornos before at home, but always alone. George put the tape in the
VCR and turned on the TV, then sat down beside Craig. On the screen,
a man and a woman acted out some flimsy plot for a minute or two,
then they were getting naked and exploring each other's bodies.
Craig was surprised to find himself getting hard almost as soon as
the two actors had stripped. Partly to conceal it, and also just for
the additional pressure, he rested his hand over his erection.
The woman had the man on his back, and was running her tongue up
and down his cock. A low groan escaped Craig, and he glanced over at
George to see if he'd heard him. George's legs were apart, and his
right hand was inside the front of his pants, moving slowly. He
looked up at George's face, and saw him watching him.
"Ever jerked off with other guys?" George asked. Awkwardly,
Craig shook his head. "Should try it sometime. Maybe now." He
pulled his hand out of his pants, then undid them, sliding them down
to his ankles. A seven-inch erection bulged through his cotton
briefs, and he began rubbing it.
Something about what George was doing made Craig's own erection
feel even harder, and his pants seemed suddenly too tight.
Struggling with the fasteners, he soon had his pants down on the
floor. A small wet stain was growing on his underwear as his cock
leaked precum. The woman on the video was sucking the guy's dick,
and Craig had to peel off his underpants to free his own eight
inches. George also had his cock out, and they both stroked
themselves in rhythm to the woman's sucking.
Craig's eyes kept wandering from the screen to George's cock,
watching him jerk off with a strange fascination. Again George
seemed to anticipate the attention and stopped, giving Craig a clear
look at his prick. "Want to whack each other off?" he asked.
Hesitantly, Craig reached over and touched his friend's penis,
feeling its stiffness, its heat. Wrapping his hand around it, he
began to pump it rhythmically. He felt George's hand enclose his own
erection, sending a shock through his body as his cock was held by
someone else for the first time. By a guy! a tiny voice in his head
cried out in despair, but the rest of his body and mind was reacting
with lust.
He could feel himself grow closer to orgasm as George stroked his
cock, and he could feel George's cock throb and twitch. For an
instant, he looked back at the movie, in time to see the man go down
on the woman. A thought ran through his head -- he'd gone this far,
why not further? Sliding off the couch, he knelt on the floor,
staring right at George's cock. He leaned forward until the cock
head was at his lips. Experimentally, he licked the glistening
precum that slowly oozed from the slit. A bit salty, but not bad.
He took the head into his mouth, sucking on it and running his tongue
along its underside. George moaned and ran his hands through Craig's
hair. Slowly, Craig took more of the cock into his mouth, then let
it slide out before going down on it again. He almost gagged when it
reached the back of his throat, but by then he had developed a
rhythm, and he just didn't go as far down the next time. George was
moaning steadily, grinding his hips and trying to pull Craig's head
down to the base of his cock. "Oh, man, I'm getting close!" he
groaned. Craig sped up his rhythm, trying to push George over the
edge. "Oh, God, I'm cumming!" George cried out, and Craig's mouth
was suddenly filled with hot, salty cum, which he tried to swallow
out of reflex. The cock in his mouth throbbed again and again,
getting weaker until George gave a last loud sigh and relaxed.
Finished, Craig sat back on the couch, and began to jerk himself
off. "No way," George said. "Share and share alike. Now it's my
turn." Still a bit shaky after his orgasm, he got down in front of
Craig and began working on his cock. Craig couldn't help moaning as
the new sensations grew in strength. George's tongue worked along
the bottom of his shaft, and the warm moist suction of George's mouth
was more than anything Craig had ever fantasized about. Within a
minute his balls were tingling with a familiar sensation, and it
began to spread upwards to the pit of his stomach. His muscles
tensed in expectation, and still the feelings grew, past any previous
limits, until he almost shouted when he felt his balls finally
clench, sending their load up through his cock. They spasmed
repeatedly as wave after diminishing wave of his orgasm washed over
him, sending electric charges through his whole body. It finally
stopped, and Craig flopped back on the couch, exhausted.
George smiled up at him. "I think you liked that, didn't you?"
Kraf Soltuth Farn Krissk shuddered as the familiar sensations
saturated her body, her fung involuntarily stiffening. Soltuth
noticed that her superior, Jeggen Gir Prask, was even more strongly
affected. So much so that his tentacles waved weakly in the air.
"That is a strong one. Get a fix and pick it up," he ordered
when he had regained his composure. "If this weren't a general
survey mission, I'd take this stralk-jej for myself. But I will
certainly attend the auction, and bid high."
Soltuth Farn located the fading impulses, and set the co-
ordinates. She felt sorry for the human they would pick up. If
Jeggen Gir bought him at auction, he'd be in for a hard life from
then on.
Craig walked home along the dark street. He had felt bad after
his orgasm, although George had helped talk him through the worst of
it. "If you feel bad about what happened, I understand. I won't
bother you about it again, but I hope we can still be friends," he'd
said. "And if you find you liked it, I've got lots of other movies."
Part of him was still grossed out at the memory of what had
happened. Fag! it shouted. You're a queer! You sucked another
guy's cock. And liked it! But although it shouted, it was a small
and insecure voice. He knew he'd go back to see George to watch more
movies, and explore further. He was a bit surprised when he thought
of the movies, and still thought he'd like to fuck the actress he'd
seen. So I'm not gay, he told the voice. I'm bisexual, so shut up.
He'd been so deep in these thoughts that he hadn't noticed the
light growing brighter behind him. Seeing this, he stepped closer to
the curb and waved for the car to pass. The light grew brighter,
then seemed to follow him without changing. Annoyed, he turned to
see what the driver's problem was, and froze.
What he'd thought was a car hovered several feet off the ground,
about ten yards away from where he stood. It wasn't a car. He
couldn't make out much of its shape -- the lights were shining right
into his eyes -- but its size was easily bigger than a bus. As Craig
stared, one particular light began to grow in size and brightness, as
though a door was opening. This thought snapped him out of his
paralysis, and he turned to run away, and the light engulfed him in
its bright darkness.
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Kraf 01 -- The Abduction
fin 22/11/1993
(c) 1993 Richard Smith
The Kraf
by Richard Smith
Part II -- The Examination
Craig came to groggily, multicoloured phosphenes dancing in his
field of vision. Their illusory brightness contrasted with the
dimness of the room he found himself in. He was lying on a soft
bench and, looking around, saw that there was no other furniture,
although he could make out the dim outlines of two doors -- one
across from where he lay, and the other on the wall to the right of
the first.
He remembered the lights coming towards him. Had he been hit by
-- whatever -- and in some sort of hospital? He didn't feel sore
anywhere, so that was unlikely. Besides, whatever it was that he'd
seen was not the average vehicle. A UFO? Was he inside it? He
stayed on the bench, trying to understand his situation while his
vision cleared. The drifting stars and blobs were almost gone when
the door on the right opened. Light poured in, only to be blocked
out a moment later by the entrance of a young man, completely naked
except for a pouch slung over one shoulder by a long strap.
He didn't look much older than Craig, probably 21 or so. His
body looked like he worked out regularly -- no bulging muscles, but
no fat, either. Almost by themselves, Craig's eyes moved to the
man's crotch, an echo of his experience with George running through
his mind. The cock was about seven inches in its current state of
semi-erection, and his testicles hung close to its base, looking
about the size of chicken's eggs. When he spoke, his voice had an
almost musical lilt to it. "Sten tradda," he said in the direction
of the door, which slid shut quietly behind him. He stood, looking
bemused for a moment in the ensuing gloom, then said, "Liss trach."
The room began to brighten, and Craig could see more of his peculiar
visitor. His hair, a dirty blonde, was brushed back, lying in a long
cascade partway down his back. There was something odd about his
face that Craig tried to figure out, but couldn't quite place.
"Sissk," the young man half-sang, and the lights stopped brightening,
and Craig had it. The eyes had a faintly vacant look, as though
looking at something further away than it really was. Then they were
half-focussed on him, and the man smiled, making Craig feel mildly
uncomfortable. "Hello. My name is Peter, of Kraf Jeggen Gir Prask.
I'm here to help evaluate and orient you."
Something in what Peter had said made Craig look down again, and
saw that Peter's cock was now almost fully erect. "Um, hi Peter, I'm
Craig." He silently cursed his awkwardness, and continued. "Just
what the hell is going on here? Why am I here? Where the hell is
`here' anyways? And why aren't you wearing anything?" By now he was
sitting up on the bench, his back resting uneasily against the wall.
"Don't worry, Craig," Peter said, and put a reassuring hand on
his shoulder. Craig did not fail to notice the close proximity of
the other's now-full erection to his face, and there was that
unsettling tightness developing in his pants again. He tried to
ignore it. "You've been fortunate enough to be picked as a stralk-
jej for the Kraf."
Craig pushed at the hand on his shoulder, but without much force,
and it remained there. "A what for who?" he asked, confused.
"The Kraf are nomads, explorers. They constantly move from
planet to planet, sometimes staying for a matter of months, sometimes
centuries. They found Earth a few years ago, and are studying it for
now, deciding what to do. During their surveys, they discovered that
human males create a unique feeling in the Kraf during sex-"
This time Craig had the hand off his shoulder in an instant, and
was on the other side of the room. "There's no fucking way I'm going
to be part of some fucking alien orgy," he shouted, his anger fanned
further when he felt his body continue to react as though asking, Why
not? "I want out of here and back home right now!"
Peter smiled sympathetically. "The best I can do for you is show
you your old home," he said, then spoke again in that odd language --
Kraf, Craig supposed. "Gil nech-pah."
The wall opposite the door Peter had come in changed to a view of
the Earth from about a hundred miles up, and continuing to recede.
It could have been a special effect, or some other fake-up, but
something about it made Craig certain it was real. In a strangled
voice, he managed to ask, "Where are we going?"
"The dark side of the moon," Peter said, in a tone that made it
sound like Oz or Neverland. By now, he was standing directly behind
Craig, and was pressing his stiffened cock against his back and
buttocks. Feeling helpless and lost, Craig could only give in and
let his body react for him.
Peter reached around and placed his hands on Craig's own rapidly
growing erection, pulling him back against him. "Now, Craig," he
sang-whispered into his ear, "the first thing you should know about
the Kraf is that they don't have any sense of modesty, and don't wear
clothes except when absolutely necessary. And they expect it of
their stralk-jej, too."
His body reacting of its own accord now, Craig helped Peter
unfasten his pants and pull them off, followed by his shirt. For a
moment, both tolerated the thin cotton shield of his underwear as
they once more pressed close. This time they faced each other, and
Craig revelled in the feeling of their two cocks pressed between
them. Then, in a final flurry of motion, Craig stood completely
naked before Peter, who looked him over appraisingly.
"A good physique, Craig," he said, "although some exercise would
certainly increase your value to the Kraf." He reached into the
pouch at his side and pulled out a small transparent sphere. He held
it in his hand for a moment before giving it a quick squeeze.
Opening his hand showed that the globe had burst, leaving a liberal
coating of shiny transparent fluid on the palm.
With smooth motions, he spread the lubricant over his engorged
cock, and then on Craig's, moving behind him as he did so. Gently,
he pulled Craig down onto all fours, still gently massaging his cock.
Craig felt he knew what was going to happen next, and wanted to run,
but his entire body was already bracing itself with eager
anticipation. He felt Peter's erection pressing gently against his
ass, parting his cheeks, prodding his virgin asshole. "This may hurt
at first," Peter said, "but this is one of the stralk-jej pleasures
that the Kraf react to the most."
Peter pushed forward slowly, and Craig felt a piercing stab of
pain as the nearly ten inches of cock began to enter him. He tried
not to scream out, managed to keep it down to a loud moan. Gradually
Peter slid his cock further in, sometimes pulling out slightly when
Craig reacted strongly. Finally, he was in to the hilt, and the pain
Craig had felt was being replaced by a different feeling, one of
strange ecstacy as the pressure inside him advanced and retreated,
and he began to move with it. The deeper it was, the stronger the
feeling, so he tried to keep it inside him, pushing himself against
his new lover, his ass clenching rhythmically.
Peter continued to stroke Craig as he fucked him, unconsciously
making notes about actions and reactions. He pushed in slowly and
held it there, then pulled out just as slowly, Craig's anus trying
desperately to hold him in place. Finally he felt the familiar
sensations building up within him, and he did his best to prolong the
inevitable. He could also sense that Craig was drawing close to his
own orgasm, and slowed down his motions on his cock. The longer the
pleasure lasted, the better it was for the Kraf, and the better their
reward after.
Outside the door, Kraf Firenn Somm Stralk was on watch duty. No
Kraf ever complained when given watch duty on a reconnaissance
mission like this, and what Firenn Somm was experiencing was evidence
why. Only Kraf in stralk phase were allowed such duty because the
feelings they experienced were not as strong as in krissk or prask.
All the same, Firenn Somm shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure
washed over it, its tentacles winding around each other, fighting the
urge to caress non-existent lovers. It hung on to a nearby chair to
keep itself from falling as its legs turned rubbery. Truly, the new
stralk-jej was potent.
"Firenn Somm Stralk," a familiar voice said. Firenn Somm opened
its eyes, and saw Jeggen Gir Prask before it. "Enjoying your
duties?" It nodded weakly, noting that Jeggen Gir was also
experiencing the emotions, but wasn't showing it as strongly. Jeggen
Gir was strong-willed, and enjoyed flaunting this fact whenever
possible. He also did not like meeting opposition. The stralk-jej
Peter, in the next room with the new one, was evidence of this. One
of the earlier arrivals, he had been uncooperative and had refused
all of Jeggen Gir's advances and threats. Until Jeggen Gir broke his
mind. His effect on Kraf was weaker now, but he would do anything to
please them. Anything.
"Send Peter to me when he leaves," Jeggen Gir said. "I want to
know all about this new stralk-jej. I will have him come tomorrow's
auction." He turned and left.
Firenn Somm shuddered again, but not from pleasure. It did not
relish the thought of someone with that strong an effect being broken
and ruined by the cruelty of a Kraf such as Jeggen Gir.
Craig felt his climax coming, and knew it would be even more
explosive than the one he'd had with George. Peter's hand was moving
slower along the length of his cock, helping him prolong the ecstasy
further, but the motion and the pressure inside him continued to
drive him gradually closer to the edge. Finally he could no longer
hold it back, and he could feel the orgasm as it raced through every
one of his nerves like a cold fire, drawing itself together in a
final tight contraction of his balls, and then it exploded in spurt
after spurt of jism, wracking his body with its aftershocks, and
clenching the muscles of his asshole, determined to take his
companion with him.
The contractions were all it took, and Peter drove himself
forward in a final, almost brutal thrust, and then he was shooting
his own cum inside Craig's ass. He pulled Craig against him once
more, savouring the moment as they both seemed to orgasm forever,
Craig's shooting into the air and onto himself, and Peter deep
inside Craig. Finally Peter withdrew, drawing a reluctant moan from
Craig. He went to the other door, which opened when he touched an
almost invisible pad beside it. Beyond was a small bathroom and,
while Craig still lay on the floor trying to recover from the
experience, Peter quickly washed himself off. He went to the other
door almost reluctantly, and looked back for a moment. "For you,
there will be many a jealous Kraf when one takes you as theirs, I
assure you. Sten nech-pah," he said to the door, which opened to let
him through, and closed on his muffled command.
Craig lay there, the mixture of cum and lubricant cooling on his
ass with a pleasant sensation, and tried to sort things out. He had
just been fucked by another guy, and had found it to be thoroughly
enjoyable. His morals cried in outrage that it was all wrong; blow
jobs were one thing, but this? But where could he go? Home was
rapidly vanishing as they approached the moon. Besides, it didn't
sound like they were going to kill him. His distressed propriety
told him that he might well wish that they would.
Confused and shaken, and still with an afterglow from the
experience, he went into the bathroom and had a long shower, then lay
down on the padded bench. Perhaps tomorrow, he thought to himself,
I'll actually see these Kraf for myself. Then he fell into a deep,
exhausted sleep.
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Kraf 02 -- The Examination
fin 25/11/1993
(c) 1993 Richard Smith
The Kraf
by Richard Smith
Part III -- The Arrival
Craig woke with a sense of disorientation. He'd had the
strangest and most powerful wet dream. Cautiously, with his eyes
still shut, he felt his crotch for the tell-tale mess, and found
none. Somewhat reluctantly, he opened his eyes, and found himself in
the familiar dimness of what he had thought had been a dream.
Sometime between his sleeping and waking, the lights had gone down
again.
Uncomfortable in the gloom, he tried to recall how Peter had
called them up -- something like "loose track." He tried it and,
after a pause while the computer decided upon what he meant to say,
the lights gradually brightened. He panicked when they began to get
too bright, and his panic seemed to jog his memory further. "Sissk!"
he called out, and the lights ceased brightening, but they were still
way too bright. He remembered the word used to open the door --
"sten" seemed to mean door, so "tradda" would be close, and "nech-
pah" was open -- he hoped. He'd try getting out later; right now he
wanted to get the lights to a tolerable level. Deciding what to try
first, he spoke again at the ceiling -- "Liss tradda" -- and the room
was plunged into total darkness. Cheered slightly by this small
triumph, he brought the lights to a reasonable level and stopped
them. Then he went to freshen himself in the bathroom -- as though
another shower might wash away the memory of the previous night,
although he found himself less offended now; more like uncomfortable.
When he was dry, he looked for his clothes to get dressed, but
couldn't find them anywhere. He remembered what Peter had said, that
the Kraf didn't wear clothes, and that they required the same of
their stralk-jej. "Stralk-jej," he muttered to himself, wondering
what the word meant. He'd always been good with languages, but it
was impossible to interpret new words when he knew a grand total of
less than five words already. He wrapped the towel around his waist,
then stood before the door Peter had first come in through. He might
not get far before being caught, but he was damned if he'd be some
alien's plaything. With renewed confidence, he called out, "Sten
nech-pah, you damned door!" The door complied, sliding open to
reveal a massive set of dark red legs and buttocks blocking his way.
Startled, he took this impressive sight in. A pair of broad
heels connected with two well-muscled shins and forelegs, coming
together at the largest backside Craig had ever seen, and it rested
atop those legs, almost seven feet above the floor! "Ah, the stralk-
jej awakes," a gravelly voice spoke from beyond and above the door.
The legs shifted, and Craig couldn't help but watch as the great
muscles along those limbs flexed and shifted. Its feet, he noticed,
looked almost like hooves, standing on two toes that took almost all
their length, and nails the size of large books. Moments later, the
giant had turned and was kneeling down to peer into the doorway at
him. Its face was wide, almost flat, with two sunken black eyes set
above a pair of nose slits and a thin line of a mouth. The head was
set low between broad shoulders, which supported not only a pair of
muscular arms, but also a tentacle that sprouted from each armpit,
tapering from the width of Craig's wrist to the diameter of his index
finger over more than four feet of length. At the moment, they were
twined together across a vast chest, and its hands rested squarely on
its knees as it knelt. Like the legs, the rest of the Kraf was the
same deep red colour.
"Come, stralk-jej, I've been assigned as your guard and escort
until the auction later today." It beckoned with one open hand,
which had two fingers -- each almost the length of Craig's forearm --
and a thumb just slightly smaller. "I was lucky enough to have been
assigned this post -- judging from what I felt during your
examination last night, you will certainly fetch a high price."
Seeing no alternative, Craig moved forward, and was about to ask
what the alien had meant about the auction when it stood to let him
out. He again remembered what Peter had said about the Kraf's lack
of modesty, but what he hadn't mentioned was what they didn't cover
up. On either side of the crotch, just above the legs, there was a
pink fleshy slit, almost like a woman's cunt, but more clearly
defined -- more like a pair of mouths. But what made Craig's heart
drop was what hung between the slits -- a cock almost ten inches long
dangling flaccid between those massive thighs. There were no
testicles hanging below its base, just the inch-and-a-half thick
organ which, as he stared at it, seemed to twitch slightly, making
him take an involuntary step back.
There was a raspy chuckle. "The stralk-jej is afraid of a little
fung like mine? You'll have to get used to larger than this!" The
alien laughed again.
It took a moment for Craig to regain his composure. Annoyed by
his reaction, he tried to hide his nervousness behind a thin veneer
of calm. "Why do you use your words with English? Why call your
cock a `fung' instead of `cock'?" He could feel his face reddening
at his bold -- and frank -- question. Another part of his body was
also reacting, causing the towel to tent out gradually.
"Ah, it seems you have kuk as well as krah -- I suppose you would
say `balls as well as brains,' if my slang is correct. Come with me,
and I'll tell you what I can while I prepare you for the auction."
Craig stepped out past the massive legs and into the corridor. He
felt a tug at his towel, and a moment later it was pulled off. "You
don't need that now that you're among the Kraf. This way, young
stralk-jej. As for your question, there are two answers. First, if
you grew up calling a door a door, how easily could you start calling
it `sten'? For me, many words will never come out easily in your
English. Second, some things cannot truly be labelled easily in your
terms. My fung is not exactly the same as your penis, for example.
And that brings me to your first real lesson about us.
"Almost all creatures on your planet have two distinct sexes for
purposes of procreation. We Kraf have three -- and one. You see,
each one of us is constantly cycling through the stages of sexual
roles -- prask, what would be roughly the same as male, then stralk,
or neuter, followed by krissk, female. There is another time of
stralk, then the cycle begins again. During the `male' and `female'
cycles, the fung will either shoot an equivalent to sperm, or deposit
a small number of eggs. This is why my fung is my fung, and not a
cock. But at the moment, I am in my second cycle of stralk, and that
is when my griff are very sensitive." The Kraf pointed at the slits
on either side of the dangling fung. "If I were to find a consenting
prask and krissk, we would spend a very pleasurable time together
engaged in shim -- or sex. If successful, within a year I would give
birth to a new Kraf, and my cycle would then continue.
"However," its rattling voice dropped conspiratorially, "ever
since your initial examination last night, I cannot seem to get the
feeling you sent, even through the wall of the room, out of my
thoughts. I know that it is improper for me to even consider asking
this -- particularly just before your auction -- but I also know that
it has been done before. There is an abandoned chamber down this
next corridor, and my griff have been particularly bothersome today."
It looked down at him, and Craig was sure he could see an expression
of hopefulness on its face, and then it gave him an awkward grin.
Again, he felt his inhibitions start to crumble in this strange and
remote place.
"Um, I guess I could help," he said. "What should I do?" As
though expecting the reply, his cock had quickly hardened to its full
eight inches.
Seeing his reaction, the Kraf gave another chuckle. "Poor
stralk-jej. You've seen my fung relaxed, yet you think you can help
with that?" It paused, reflecting on its remark. "I meant no
offense, and I hope none was taken. Your hands should suffice, one
on either griff. Ah, here we are. Sten nech-pah." It then had the
lights turned on to a dusky dimness, illuminating an empty room, and
commanded the door shut behind them.
Almost immediately, the Kraf was kneeling before him. It gripped
his arms, pulling his hands towards the two slits. They felt
invitingly warm and moist. Cautiously, he gradually slid his open
hands into the fleshy holes, their damp heat sending strange pleasure
down his arms, all the way to his cock, which was now beginning to
leak precum. The Kraf's own organ, which Craig still thought of as a
cock, was starting to react as well, not growing in length, but
twitching to a semi-erect state.
The Kraf gave a low gargle, and Craig felt a peculiar rippling
around his hands, as though his exotic new gloves were trying to suck
him inside. He began to twist his hands slowly, pushing in a bit
deeper, and the warmth now engulfed him past the wrists. His
companion uttered a louder moan, and this time the ripples were much
stronger, pulling his arms in almost to the elbows, and drawing him
closer to the slowly-rising member before him. The unfamiliar
sensations now surrounding both forearms was sending him past any
previous heights of arousal, and he was unconsciously rocking his
pelvis in and out, his cock bobbing erect and almost steel-hard,
precum oozing out and down in long clear threads. It was almost
automatic when the tip of that huge cock brushed against his face, he
took it hungrily into his mouth. This excited the Kraf all the more,
and it began to caress his shoulders with light strokes, and its
tentacles were restlessly twining around one another, as though being
barely held back.
Soon Craig felt the cock pressing against the back of his throat,
and he began to move his head rhythmically, letting the length slide
over tongue and lips, then back in again. He knew he could take the
whole length if he tried, and in his current state of excitement, he
would willingly die trying. He continued to try to take in more of
the cock, until finally his throat opened and he moved further down
the cock. There was no way he could swallow the whole thing, but he
continued to deep throat as his arms were forced even deeper into
those two fantastic openings.
The Kraf let out another loud grunt, and Craig heard a faint
whistling, followed by twin shoots of sharp pain on his back. Trying
to gasp at the unexpected sensation, he almost choked on the massive
cock. He drew back far enough to take in a breath of air, then
sucked down as much of the length as he could again, running his
tongue beneath its smoothness as it passed. The pain was gone now,
replaced by an oddly pleasant warm tingling, and he could feel the
two tentacles resting on his back like muscular ropes. The odd
tingling was spreading through his body, mixing with his own arousal
in the familiar stirrings of an orgasm.
There was another spasm around his arms, but this one clamped
the passages tight against him. Another ripple rode along his
trapped limbs, its movement so firm against his skin that he could
feel himself being brought close to orgasm. The Kraf appeared to be
close as well, as more muscular waves travelled up his arms with
increasing frequency, each bringing Craig nearer to climax, but
somehow held just shy of it. Then the Kraf gripped his shoulders
excruciatingly tight, just as the muscles around his arms relaxed in
a shuddering final wave, only to be gripped again one last time in a
spasm so strong it sucked his arms through past the elbows, and for
that brief instant Craig could feel the tips of his fingers touch in
some deep womb. Then the cock jumped in his throat as it pumped a
load of cum into his stomach, pulse after pulse of it. This was all
he needed. His arms slid out of their velvet sleeves, and the cock
withdrew from his mouth as he fell first to his knees, then onto his
back, as his own intense orgasm contracted his balls before exploding
out the end of his cock in long white streamers. He lay on his back,
his arms slipping across his chest, mingling the alien's lubrication
with his own semen.
Slowly his mind began to clear, but the feelings he had
experienced stayed very vivid. He could see the Kraf crouching where
it had always been, looking only slightly more composed than him.
They watched each other for several more moments before it spoke.
"Truly, if I had the resources, I would buy you myself at the
auction! But, after you have been taken, perhaps we could meet
again? I should reach my prask cycle shortly, and would enjoy
exploring your griff-jej." It reached over and probed his asshole
with one large finger. He couldn't help trying to push himself onto
it, to pull it inside him, but it was drawn away. "But not now -- my
fung only shot empty fluid, and while in stralk, even that is rare.
Look for me if your master grants you free time -- I am Kraf Firenn
Somm Stralk, soon to be Prask. To other Kraf, I am only Firenn Somm;
and to you too when we are alone. Come, I must wash you and prepare
you for the auction. I think you will truly set a new high bid
today!"
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Kraf 03 -- The Arrival
fin 30/11/1993
(c) 1993 Richard Smith
The Kraf
by Richard Smith
Part IV -- The Auction
Firenn Somm washed Craig thoroughly in a shower adjacent to the
room they had just finished sex in. Craig stood under the steaming
cascade, his legs still weak from the load he had shot. Then he
though of something else that was making him weak. "Firenn, I don't
know what time it is here, but I do know that I haven't eaten since
before you guys kidnapped me."
Firenn Somm almost looked crestfallen. "Forgive me, friend
Craig, my griff must have taken away my brain while we were talking.
Of course, once you're cleaned up, I'll take you to a food vendor
nearby. There we can discuss what your life will be like here."
Craig felt a pressure against his ass as Firenn cleaned his
crack. Still feeling the arousing after-effects of their earlier
sex, he pressed himself onto the cock-sized finger, which pushed half
an inch into his hole. Firenn gave a reluctant sigh as it felt its
finger penetrating the stralk-jej. "I wish we could continue as
well, my friend, but you must be ready for the auction. Although,"
it continued, moving the finger around until Craig let out an
involuntary moan, "you should work on loosening your griff-jej for
that time when your master will require it."
Craig was soon completely clean and, true to its word, Kraf
Firenn led him through several corridors until they came to an open
area with large tables and chairs, and a few smaller ones for the
occasional human. Set into one wall was a console with an opening
beneath, apparently for dispensing the food. But what took Craig's
breath away momentarily was the window that took up most of the far
wall. He remembered Peter saying they were going to the dark side of
the moon -- and also what a misnomer that was. Down on Earth, there
was a new moon at night just then, which meant that the "dark side"
was almost blindingly illuminated by the sun. He felt a large hand
on his shoulder as Firenn looked out with him at the grey plain
stretching out to sharply-defined hills in the distance.
Several minutes later they were seated at a combined table, Craig
feeling like a child in a booster seat as his chest barely cleared
the tabletop. Firenn had ordered itself a peculiar meal consisting
of a blue-green soup with long stringy noodles, and a glass of a
milky-white liquid. Craig had tried to stump the machine, asking for
a medium-rare steak with onions and a baked potato. It succeeded,
deliciously. As they ate, Firenn Somm explained Craig's situation
further.
Close to evening -- the relative time when most Kraf retire for
sleep -- he would be shown to a select group of bidders and, after
being displayed, he would become the property of the highest bidder.
Some Kraf had almost a dozen stralk-jej in their harem, indulging
themselves by watching, or participating in, the humans' sexual
activities.
Hearing about such open sexuality started to arouse Craig once
again. Although he was feeling far less reluctant now about his new
life, he still felt some hesitation. "What if I just don't perform?
Do I get sent back home to Earth?"
Firenn Somm shook its head. "Friend Craig, I don't believe you
would, not and waste your skills only we Kraf can appreciate and
reward. But, if you didn't cooperate, there are ways for your master
to make you -- a way that might destroy that great talent of yours.
Do you recall last night? The stralk-jej that conducted your
examination?"
Craig thought back, reliving that experience. "Peter?" he asked.
"Yes. One of Jeggen Gir's harem. He was once very rebellious,
and made it very plain that he would have nothing to do with our
`perversions,' as he put it. Did you notice anything unusual about
him?"
Remembering, Craig nodded. "His eyes. And the way he talked.
Like he was brainwashed or something."
"Much stronger than brainwashing, friend. All resistance is
burned out of the brain, a process that is extremely painful, and
often leaves the patient with a diminished effect on us. But it has
been rumoured that at the instant last resistance is removed, there
is a very strong burst of influence."
Craig shivered at the thought of having his mind taken away like
that while Kraf wallowed in ecstacy from the effects. Firenn noticed
the reaction and guessed the thought. "Don't worry. There are other
ways for your master to let you know when you aren't cooperating."
The Kraf waved its tentacles close to Craig's face. "During shim, it
is not uncommon for us to use these, but not usually the way I did on
you earlier." Craig thought of the two fading marks on his back, and
how Firenn had apologized profusely when it had spotted them. As he
watched the tentacles weaving almost hypnotically before him, they
stopped and the last five inches of each seemed to flatten out like
two cobra hoods. On the underside of each "hood" small barbs now
appeared, their tips glistening with some unknown liquid. "They act
as an-" Firenn paused for a moment, looking for the right word,
"aphrodisiac. It makes shim last longer and more vigorous. However,
it seems all too common now for a Kraf to use them on stralk-jej,
with or without these." The hoods and barbs vanished, and the
tentacles were smooth once more.
They finished their food and Firenn took Craig to finish the
preparations for the auction. The next hour was spent washing him
thoroughly again, trimming his hair, rubbing in a skin lotion with an
odd aroma that Firenn said other Kraf found to be attractive. When
they were finished, there were still three hours to go until the
auction. The Kraf suggested that he get some more rest. "The
auction has been known to take a lot out of the merchandise."
Although not feeling tired, Craig lay down on the cushioned bench to
think about the upcoming event, and within minutes he was asleep.
Kraf Firenn Somm Stralk stood watch over him, reliving in its memory
their shared moment together. It hoped that Craig's new master would
not be one of the cruel ones.
Craig was wearing a strange pair of gloves that stretched down
past his elbows, covering his arms with warm velvet sensations. He
felt someone behind him, filling him with that strange and wonderful
pressure. Thinking Peter had returned, he looked back and saw Firenn
thrusting into him again and again. The presence inside him seemed
to fill him completely, and he moved his hand to brace himself
better. As he did, the feeling within his guts did the same,
creating exotic new sensations. The gloves squeezed and rippled, and
Firenn pressed deeper, and waves of pure pleasure washed over him,
sending him close to the edge. Then Firenn grabbed his shoulder and
began to shake him roughly.
Craig opened his eyes, the dream fading, leaving only the memory
of the pleasant feeling, and a hardon that was starting to ooze
precum. Peter stood over him and, seeing that he was awake, let go
of his shoulder. "Hello, Craig," he said in his peculiar lilt, "time
to go to the auction."
He started to climb off the bench, and noticed Peter's own
erection. The feeling from his dream had stayed with him, and he
reached out to hold those nine-and-a-half inches. Peter gave a slow
push into Craig's hand, then took a step back. "We will be able to
do that soon, Craig. But first we have to get you to the auction."
Craig stood and followed Peter, noticing that Firenn Somm had left
sometime while he had been asleep. They walked down several
corridors, passing the occasional Kraf on the way. Craig stayed
behind Peter, and found himself wondering what it would feel like to
push up into that ass. Realizing what he was thinking, he marvelled
at how comfortable he now felt with his new sexuality. Then they
reached a door which opened onto a stage, before which sat about two
dozen Kraf. Two other young men were on-stage, and Craig figured
that they were going to be auctioned as well.
A Kraf entered through a door on the other side of the stage to a
flurry of tentacles waving above the audience's heads. It began to
speak, but it was complete gibberish to Craig. He chastised himself
for forgetting that for their purposes, the Kraf needed only to speak
their own language. While it spoke, it would occasionally turn or
point in his direction. Finally it stepped aside, and the two youths
came up to Craig, and only then did he notice the familiar pouch at
their sides. Standing naked before that crowd had made him go soft,
but the silent promises made by those two pouches started to rouse
him to full erection once more.
One of the youths spoke quietly to Peter while the other handed
Craig a familiar clear globe. "This is to show them that you can
service as well as be serviced by other stralk-jej." In the back of
his mind, Craig registered that this guy seemed to be all there, but
then the ball of lubricant was placed in his hand, and he saw that
Peter was now down on all fours. Unable to resist -- even in front
of an audience -- he squeezed his hand shut for a moment, releasing
the lubrication. Approaching Peter, he rubbed the stuff along his
cock, and then into the crack presented to him. He felt his fingers
slide into the yielding heat, which clenched hungrily onto the
intrusion. This was the last encouragement he needed, so Craig
pulled his hand away and pressed the head of his prick against
Peter's asshole. A single push slid him easily into that well-
trained orifice, its warmth and pressure making him groan
reflexively.
For several seconds he stayed that way, his cock up to the hilt
in Peter's hole, savouring his first penetration -- male or female --
until his instincts began to take over. He pulled out slowly until
only the head was still inside then, with similar slowness, he pushed
in again, until his cock was again completely buried. Peter's expert
muscles gripped him in a similar rhythm, relaxing as he thrust in,
and clenching tightly when he withdrew. This continued for what
seemed like an hour, until Craig began to feel the familiar tightness
growing in his groin. He started to thrust faster as he began to
lose control, the feeling spreading through his balls now. Peter
could sense Craig's oncoming orgasm, and began to move with the
accelerating pace. His ass muscles clenched again and again around
the invading cock, each stroke ensuring a more powerful climax. By
now the familiar feeling had spread throughout Craig's body, and he
gave a quiet grunt with every thrust, until everything suddenly
collapsed inside him, focussing on the point of connection between
the two boys. He almost shouted as his first shot of cum was
squeezed forcefully into the depths of Peter's ass, followed by an
even more powerful second ejaculation, this one seeming to last an
eternity before his muscles relaxed momentarily. Peter's anus
continued to milk him, but his third shot wasn't nearly as copious,
nor were any of the half-dozen after-shocks that followed.
Exhausted and spent, Craig pulled his now half-erect dick out of
Peter and stood on wobbly legs. Many of the Kraf were swaying their
tentacles above their heads once more, a gesture that he decided was
similar to applause.
The young man who had handed him the lubricant took him gently by
one arm, leading to a waist-high bench that had been brought on-
stage, presumably while he had been otherwise occupied. "You've
certainly impressed them," the stranger said. "The ones that are
waving are still willing to place bids on you -- I wouldn't doubt if
the others have opted out because they're sure that the bidding will
exceed their means. So we continue with your demonstration."
Craig stopped for a moment. "There's more? But I'm spent,
exhausted!"
They reached the bench, and the youth motioned him to lean
forward. "Not to worry, this is the passive half, to ensure that you
can serve the ultimate role as a stralk-jej. Just relax."
Craig did as he was told, letting his legs hang loose as he lay
face-down on the cushioned surface provided. A few moments later he
felt the coolness of lubrication being applied to his ass, and he
recalled the feelings he had experienced when Peter had fucked his
ass the night before. He gave a sigh and relaxed even more. A
finger worked its way into his hole, pushing in slowly and moving
around as it applied more lubricant. Strangely enough, this time the
lubrication seemed to warm him where it was applied, and he could
feel his muscles back there slackening even more, almost to the point
of losing control of his bowels.
Then the one finger was replaced by two, rotating inside his ass
and sending amazing new sensations through his body. Soon a third
finger was added, then a fourth. Surprisingly, there was no pain or
discomfort, just the odd warmth and the arousing sensations created
by the fingers. Then, for a moment, the fingers withdrew, then
returned, clenched together to form a single point. They continued
to press inwards, spreading his asshole wider and wider, until there
was finally a brief moment of discomfort, then none as his sphincter
muscles closed on a smaller diameter once more. At first Craig
thought that the penetrator had pulled back, then he felt the odd
fullness inside his gut. There was an entire hand up his ass, in up
to the wrist! Even as he realized this, the hand shifted inside him,
creating an unreal sensation that quickly brought back his erection.
More pressure as the arm began to push into him as well, and for an
instant the hand inside him brushed past some sensitive area, a wave
of intense pleasure washed over him, and he gave a loud gasp in
response. Then the pressure on his prostate diminished as the arm
pressed deeper into him, and he found himself trying to pull it in
even further. He almost cried out when it suddenly slid back out to
the wrist, and thrust himself back onto it as it was pushed back in,
an inch or so deeper. This in-and-out motion continued, sending
waves of exotic sensations along Craig's whole body, bringing him
ever closer to another orgasm each time his prostate was touched.
Finally he felt his guts churn as he approached the edge. His
cock was almost painfully hard from the constant arousal. Then his
partner gave an abrupt shove, pushing his arm in even deeper, and
that sudden penetration was all it took. Craig cried out in ecstasy
as the intense orgasm rocked him, shooting his cum in ball-draining
shots that pulsed again and again, until he collapsed, fully spent,
atop the bench. It seemed a great effort to moan when the fist was
removed completely. He could hear the Kraf talking in their own
language, presumably discussing his price. He remained where he lay,
the post-coital exhaustion making him drift in and out of
consciousness, until he felt someone shaking him. It was the guy who
had handed him the lubricant, and had probably had his arm up Craig's
butt.
"Congratulations," he said. "You did very well, and sold for an
extremely high price. It seems like we'll be seeing a lot of each
other -- you were bought by Kraf Hellig Nast Prask, my master. My
name's Felix." Craig gave a grunt, half acknowledgement, half
confusion, then exhaustion claimed him, and he fell asleep for good.
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Kraf 04 -- The Auction
fin 01/12/1993
(c) 1993 Richard Smith
The Kraf
by Richard Smith
Part V -- Harem-Mates
"Congratulations, Hellig Nast," Jeggen Gir said in the Kraf
language after the auction. The two Kraf twined tentacles briefly in
customary greetings. "I would not have expected such spirited
dealings from you."
"Thank-you, Jeggen Gir. I must admit that you very nearly had
the stralk-jej for yourself. If your final bid had only been a bit
higher, he may have been yours."
Jeggen's tentacles twitched slightly, and his hands clenched in
annoyance at Hellig's lack of tact. But he remained civil. "You
must bring him to our next shim. You're due for stralk-gen soon, if
I recall. Perhaps Soltuth Farn Krissk would be interested in joining
us then?" He was already planning his moves; he would claim his own.
Unaware of this scheming, Hellig Nast agreed on a shim with
Jeggen and Soltuth once he was in stralk again. Jeggen Gir gave a
short bow and left, smiling.
The first thing Craig was aware of was the softness of the bed he
was lying on. Soft, and warm. Then he began to feel his body coming
awake, and recalled the events of the previous evening. He'd been
auctioned off to an alien -- Kraf Hellig Nast Prask, he'd been told.
Told? By whom? Another name came to him: Felix. Craig remembered
how he'd looked on the auction stage, wearing nothing but that
ubiquitous pouch. Almost six feet tall he was, and at least seven
inches long. Only mildly surprised at his new sexual thoughts, Craig
tried to recall as much of that physique as possible. If he'd still
been free on Earth, that body could still have convinced him to try
"the other side." His cock was stiffening under the sheets, and he
began massaging it as he remembered. "Felix," he muttered.
"Thinking about me?" a voice spoke nearby, startling Craig's eyes
open. Standing less than a yard away was Felix, almost exactly as
he'd remembered him.
"Um, well, I was just waking up, and..." Craig stammered
awkwardly until he realized Felix was grinning.
"No problem, Craig. I had the most incredible dreams for over a
week after my auction. I guess something that intense -- and in
front of an audience, too!"
Craig wanted to get up, to learn more about his new home, but his
modesty had returned around Felix. Peter had been different --
appearing naked and spaced-out and almost raping him, Craig could
understand any sexual feelings he might have around him. As for the
Kraf, they were, well, alien. But Felix was very much the normal
person, although an exceptionally good-looking one, and Craig was
still uneasy about his own nakedness around others.
Felix noticed his hesitation. "We're all naked here, Craig.
Besides, it's only you and me here right now. Hellig Nast has a
pretty small harem -- me, you, and Jarret. Jarret's out doing some
errands, and I've been instructed to help get you oriented."
Reluctantly, Craig got out of the bed, taking a look at his
surroundings as he did so. It was a large room, a rectangle of about
twenty feet by thirty. There were two other beds besides his own,
each with various belongings and decorations that gave them unique
identities. Which one was Felix's, he wondered. An open doorway in
one wall led to a washroom, and a large, Kraf-sized door presumably
led to Hellig Nast's quarters. "I should probably go and wash up.
Last night was pretty busy."
"Hey, I washed you myself when you first got here. You were so
tired that you never woke up. But cleanliness is certainly something
the Kraf believe in. Wait 'til you see the bathroom."
The two walked into the next room, and Craig couldn't believe his
eyes. This room was about as big as the one he'd just left, and was
a study in ceramics and marble. The floor was a checkerboard of
green and white marble, the walls were varicoloured tiles creating
some uniquely erotic mosaics. Two toilet stalls and a pair of
urinals, themselves looking almost too elegant to use, were on the
wall to their left. A long counter with sinks and grooming and
hygiene equipment was on the wall opposite the door. But on their
right was the true focal point of the room: the bathing area. A
sunken hot tub at least ten feet wide bubbled quietly, bordered by
black marble, with three steps up to the rim.
Needing no encouragement, Craig stepped into the water with a
loud sigh. Felix followed, sitting opposite him. "I think I could
get to like this," Craig said. "Food, sex, hot tubs, sex... If I'd
known about all this, I'd have probably volunteered."
"Hellig Nast is one of the good ones," Felix said. "Most just
give their stralk-jej simple quarters, or have them share quarters
with them if they own only one or two. Hellig Nast is part of the
team researching humans on Earth, deciding whether we will ultimately
be treated as equals with the Kraf, or as we have been so far, as
stralk-jej."
"I've been hearing that term so much, but I still don't know what
it means exactly."
"Well, stralk is one of the three Kraf sexes, the neuter, when
their griff become sensitive and they can bear young. Jej is Kraf
for false or substitute. They think of us as surrogate stralk.
Griff on legs. That's why most of the Kraf treat us as property.
Until they acknowledge us as an independent race, we're just
objects."
"Is there a chance that they'll accept us as equals?" Craig
asked.
"Well, Hellig Nast is also one of the rare Kraf that actually
talks to his stralk-jej. He says that there's a good argument in our
favour, but he has some final research to conduct before it's
presented for a final ruling. That'll be when the other Kraf arrive
in a few months."
"The other Kraf?"
"This outpost is just the preliminary research base. Whatever
Hellig Nast and the others conclude will decide whether the Kraf will
befriend humanity or rule over it."
Craig didn't want to think of humanity enslaved by a race of
giant red aliens, but his mind kept returning to what they would be
doing -- what he'd be doing and had already done.
"Looks like your mind's wandering, Craig," Felix said, sliding
closer along the edge of the tub.
Craig realized that his thoughts had manifested themselves under
the water. "I guess this soak's helped me recover from the auction.
Any ideas about what I can do for this new problem?"
Felix reached under the water, holding Craig's erection. "Yeah,
I think I know what to do." He moved off the tub's ledge and faced
Craig, now pressing into his crotch with both hands. Craig groaned
and pulled himself up out of the water, now sitting on the rim of the
tub. Felix took Craig's cock in one hand, slowly massaging its hard
length, and Craig's legs slowly spread open. Felix's other hand
cupped his balls, rolling them in time with his rhythm on Craig's
cock. A clear drop of precum oozed from its tip, and Felix took this
as a cue. His tongue lapped up the moisture, then his lips enclosed
the head itself. He slowly worked down Craig's shaft until it pushed
against the back of his mouth.
Craig put his hands on Felix's shoulders, trying to pull him down
all the way. Felix opened his throat and slid it the rest of the
way. Craig gasped, wriggling in an attempt to go even deeper. Felix
pulled back, flicking his tongue along the length of the cock as he
did so. When he reached the cockhead, he plunged back down, driving
Craig closer to the edge. He kept running his mouth up and down
until he could feel that Craig was almost ready to cum. He stepped
back and watched as Craig reluctantly came down from his near-orgasm.
"I think we should take this back to the other room, don't you?"
Craig nodded weakly.
They spent a few quick moments under the sonic dryer before
heading out to Felix's bed. Each bed was roughly king-sized, and
Felix's had a small bedside table with drawers, one of which he
opened and took out some lubrication globes. "I really did you last
night," he told Craig, "so you get to do me back now." He gently
pushed Craig onto his back on the bed, then lubricated Craig's cock,
using the rest to lubricate his own ass. On his knees and facing
Craig, he straddled his waist, slowly lowering himself until he felt
the familiar pressure against his hole.
Craig felt Felix's ass against the head of his cock, and he
eagerly pressed into it. It gave with little resistance, enveloping
his cock in moist heat. Felix lowered himself further, until he was
resting on Craig, who was starting to grind slowly into his butt.
Resting his hands on either side of him, Felix began moving with
Craig, the cock inside him sliding in and out slowly. Craig moaned
as his pleasure grew, and he reached down, grabbing hold of Felix's
own prick, rubbing its flowing precum down its length.
"On my back," Felix said. "Fuck me on my back." Craig's cock
popped out of his ass, and they switched places. Craig stood at the
side of the bed as Felix lay on his back, lifting his butt level with
Craig's crotch. Craig lifted Felix's legs and easily slid back
inside. He started fucking in a slow rhythm, jacking Felix in time
to his own thrusts. Felix's ass would tighten each time Craig pulled
out, and loosened when he pushed it in again. He began to speed up
as the familiar tightness began to grow in his balls.
Neither of them noticed when another young man arrived until
Craig's had was gently but firmly taken off Felix's cock. Looking
down, he saw a blonde head of hair bobbing in its place. Felix gave
a sigh and grabbed the hair, pulling the newcomer's face into his
crotch. This fuelled Craig's own growing orgasm and, as he fucked
even faster, the feelings in his balls spread rapidly to the pit of
his stomach and along his spine in waves of hot and cold. It quickly
intensified until, with a final thrust and grunt, he shot his load,
spurt after spurt, into Felix's ass. The ring of muscles contracted,
trying to pull every last drop out of him. Exhausted, his legs
slowly gave out and he slid out of Felix and down to the floor.
The stranger was still blowing Felix, and Craig noticed his cock
dangling close to his face. Without any coaxing, he took it into his
mouth and began sucking, working his tongue along it as he remembered
Felix had done to him. The stranger moaned around the cock in his
own mouth, and began fucking Craig's mouth.
Felix's own orgasm had been building steadily, and that moan was
all it took to trigger it. Shot after shot was swallowed, not a drop
escaping those lips. Felix moaned as the last faint waves passed
through him, then the mouth left his cock. The stranger grabbed hold
of Craig's head and began thrusting again and again. Fortunately his
cock wasn't too long, and Craig managed to keep from choking as his
face was fucked. Then he felt the cock in his mouth harden, then the
first load of cum filled his mouth. He swallowed it quickly, just in
time for the second hot flood. The one after that was smaller, as
were the ones following it. He lost count after the sixth shot, each
weaker than the ones before it. Finally, as the cock began softening
in his mouth, he pulled away to get a look at the visitor.
Roughly his own height, he looked to be about nineteen, and in
reasonable shape. Craig stood shakily. "Hi," he said. "My name's
Craig."
"Hi Craig, I'm Jarret," the other boy said with a smile. "Looks
like you and Felix were doing all right without me. If this is any
indication, I think we're going to get along just fine."
Craig realized that Jarret was his other harem-mate, and smiled
back. Most of the humans here might not enjoy much of their new
life, but he was beginning to feel that he would like it very much.
Hellig Nast had experienced everything in the next room,
particularly the strong effects of his new stralk-jej. As one of the
more prosperous Kraf, it had been expected of him to indulge in this
new trend. He had resisted until he experienced Felix at the first
auction he attended, coaxed there by several acquaintances. Jarret
had arrived several months later, and Hellig knew from his research
that humans did not enjoy solitary existance, preferring the company
of their own kind. Within days, there was an almost regular flow of
the effect from the humans' new quarters, and by the time Craig had
arrived, Hellig Nast knew he was addicted to it.
If I find conclusive proof of the humans' equality, he thought,
this will all come to an end. No more harem, no more effect. But to
do otherwise would be immoral, and Hellig Nast prided himself on his
morality.
A sudden familiar itch faintly tickled one of his griff. A
matter of days before stralk-gen, then an evening of shim with that
insufferable Jeggen Gir. But the thought of Soltuth Farn completing
the threesome was enough compensation. Before then, Hellig thought,
I must try my new stralk-jej while still in prask. Perhaps tomorrow,
or even later today. The anticipation was enough to keep his spirits
up as the effect died away.
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Kraf 05 -- Harem-Mates
fin 06/12/1993
(c) 1993 Richard Smith
The Kraf
by Richard Smith
Part VI -- Meeting His Master
Craig, Felix, and Jarret showered and dried off, then Felix
continued his lesson about the Kraf.
"Like I said, Kraf Hellig Nast is one of the better harem-owners.
Even though this base is fully automated, many of the Kraf are
constantly running their stralk-jej on errands, then expecting them
to perform sexually as soon as they return."
"Jeggen Gir's one of the worst," Jarret said. "Almost half his
harem are 'wiped. Pretty free with his tentacles, too." He turned,
and Craig saw a pattern of small white scars below the right
shoulder. It took a moment for him to realize that they were in the
same pattern as the barbs Firenn Somm had shown him at the end of its
tentacle. Craig gave a low whistle. "It didn't really start hurting
until later, although it was a shock when it first hit. That was
about three months ago, the last time Hellig Nast was in shim with
Jeggen Gir."
"We had a pretty good idea Hellig would get you," Felix
continued. "He'd been saving up since buying Jarret and, by the time
you came here, we were sure he had enough to outbid even Jeggen Gir.
I'll bet he's still pretty pissed off at losing."
"I saw Patrick down at the supplies distributor earlier this
morning," Jarret volunteered. "Jeggen had ordered him to requisition
a whole load of supplies in one trip -- there was some pretty heavy
stuff there, even for this gravity. I think Jeggen's taking his
frustration out on his harem."
They continued talking until they started feeling hungry. Each
requested a meal from the food dispenser in one wall of their main
room. Taking some time to look more closely at his new home while he
ate, he realized that part of the same wall was taken up by an
abstract painting of some sort but, as he looked at it, he realized
that it was slowly changing, shapes flowing into each other or
splitting apart, its colours blending and changing. He pointed it
out to the others.
"Kraf kinetic art," Jarret said. "Hellig Nast dabbles in the
field occasionally. This is one of his tries. When we want to, it's
also a viewscreen. Hellig has a pretty good selection of movies and
TV, including some pretty hot pornos."
Remembering the last time he'd watched a porno movie was enough
to give Craig a semi-erection. He was about to suggest putting one
such movie on when a deep chime gonged. "What's that for?" he asked.
"It's Hellig Nast at the door," Felix said.
"He owns us, but rings for permission to come in here?"
"Not quite. It's just to let us know that he's coming. He gives
us about a minute's warning so that we can finish whatever we're
doing. Unless it's sex, in which case he wouldn't be interrupting
us, because he'd be enjoying the effect in his own rooms."
The large door slid open, and for a moment Craig was again
startled by the sheer size of the alien. Just over twelve feet tall,
Hellig Nast might as well have been Firenn Somm, they looked the same
to him. "Greetings, young Jarret. Hello, Felix. And welcome to
your new home, young Craig. I believe that you've already been
welcomed by your two harem-mates, but we have yet to get acquainted.
Perhaps once you are finished your meal?" Hellig leaned down far
enough to reach Craig, then tousled his hair with one tentacle. Then
he moved back to the door, giving the three young men a quick bow
before leaving.
Jarret chuckled, reaching over to play with Craig's hair. "He
wants to get acquainted," he said. "What he means is that he's only
got a few more days before stralk-gen, when `he' becomes an `it'.
Patrick told me that once in stralk, Hellig is joining Jeggen Gir for
shim again -- and you're to be the honoured guest, Craig."
"If we hadn't been eating, he'd probably have asked you to go
with him now," Felix added, smiling. "Hellig is always polite.
Always horny, too, but polite about it. What Jarret means is that
once Hellig is in stralk, he won't be able to, well, fuck you for
several months, when he would be in krissk, a `she'."
Craig almost mentioned how Firenn Somm had managed to "perform"
in stralk, but then remembered the sheer size of the Kraf's cock --
"fung" he reminded himself. "He's going to stick something that big
up me?" he almost squeaked, holding his hands too far apart.
"Don't worry, Craig," Felix said. "You didn't complain too much
when my arm was up there, did you? They've got a muscle-relaxing
lube that lets you take it all. That's what made your ass hot last
night -- just the lube doing its job."
Still not entirely convinced, Craig picked at the rest of his
lunch, his mind dwelling on what sort of agonies he'd be going
through shortly. But he'd had Felix's arm up his ass and liked it,
so why not a nearly-foot-long fung? Would the polite Hellig Nast
constantly apologize as he stretched Craig's ass ever wider?
Then he was finished, and he couldn't postpone it any longer. He
walked towards the large door as though he was walking the last mile.
Felix tried to encourage him once more. "Don't worry. Odds are we
won't be able to take the smile off your face when you get back."
Craig touched a small pad, placed by the door like a doorbell, and
the door slid open enough to let him pass. He gave a brief wave to
Jarret and Felix, then stepped through.
The first thing that struck him about Hellig Nast's quarters was
the scale. Everything was twice as big as it ought to be. Chairs
with seats level to his waist, a table he could stand under by
crouching only slightly. The furniture itself was sparse, a few
chairs and the table, made of some copper-coloured metal, and black
cloth for the seats of the chairs. A few more of the kinetic
paintings hung on the walls, which themselves stretched up to a
ceiling five yards above him.
"Ah, young Craig," Hellig Nast spoke from his chair across the
room. "Come, sit with me and we will talk a while." He patted the
free space beside him on the chair.
Nervously, Craig made his way over to his "master," and wondered
what the easiest way to get up there would be. Hellig provided the
answer by picking him up under his arms and lifting him onto the
chair like a small boy.
"Well, young Craig, do you have any questions you wish to ask
me?"
Before he could stop himself, he blurted out, "Is it going to
hurt?"
Hellig Nast stared for a moment, then started to laugh in the
gravelly chuckle Craig had heard Firenn Somm make. "You certainly
get to the point, young stralk-jej. No, it won't hurt. At least,
Felix and Jarret have never said otherwise."
Craig felt one of Hellig Nast's large hands rest lightly on top
of his head. Slowly it moved further down, caressing his neck, his
shoulders. Again both hands picked him up like a child, placing him
down on that large red lap, his back resting against the firm warmth
of Hellig's chest and stomach. Now both hands were playing over his
body, touching, feeling, soothing. Those hands, large enough and
strong enough to crush him in an instant, instead enveloped him in
love and concern. Whether these feelings were true or came from the
alien's need did not matter. Craig felt his own doubts and worries
fade, replaced by a need of his own -- to please his new master, his
new lover.
Something stirred beneath him. Looking down, he saw Hellig's
large red erection slowly rising between his legs. He reached down
and took it in his hands, feeling its slow pulsing heat as it
continued to stiffen. His own cock was hard now, a small bead of
precum growing at its tip.
"I can already feel your effect," Hellig whispered. "I believe I
have quieted your anxieties, young Craig, but I will respect your
decision. Do you wish us to go further, or stop here?"
For a moment Craig could only nod. Realizing this didn't answer
the question, he managed to say, "Go on."
Hellig Nast's hands fluttered briefly at this response. "I
assure you I will be most careful, young Craig." The Kraf stood,
holding onto Craig as he did so. For an instant, that large member
brushed against Craig's backside, sending a thrill of anticipation
through him, with an aftertaste of apprehension. Then he was in
Hellig's arms, pressed against him as he walked to another room.
Gently, Craig was laid on his back on a padded bench. Turning his
head, he saw that he was just below crotch-level with Hellig, who was
now retrieving something from a nearby bowl. He caught a brief
glimpse as the Kraf moved to between his legs -- in one large hand he
held several lubrication globes, but these were pale transparent
orange in colour.
Hellig burst one globe, letting the lubrication spread down his
fingers. With his other hand, he gently spread apart Craig's legs,
exposing his ass. Hellig placed his lubed fingers against the
puckered hole, and Craig was surprised by its coolness on his skin,
but it quickly warmed as the relaxant started working. The outer
sphincter soon lost resistance, and one finger slid in. The sudden
fullness Craig felt was awesome, and he groaned as the second finger
joined the first. "Oh, God," he moaned. "Deeper."
Hellig needed little coaxing. The effect Craig's arousal had on
him was an effective guide, and he would do anything to reach the
maximum effect. He pushed his fingers deeper, reaching the second
ring of muscles. The lubrication began working on these as well.
What Craig felt was an incredible warmth spreading inside him
where Hellig had reached. The feelings that came over him as those
fingers moved within him were more intense even than those at the
auction. He tried to push himself further down onto those immense
digits, but at that moment they withdrew completely, making him groan
in frustration. Another globe was burst and spread along the length
of Hellig's erection. The relaxant had no effect on him, designed as
it was for humans. But as a lubricant, it worked wonderfully.
Craig felt the pressure against his ass return, and he knew what
was coming, arching his back in anticipation. Slowly the length of
Hellig's organ slid into him, filling him, stretching him. Pressure
against his prostate made him gasp, and a dribble of precum oozed
from his own cock. As the cock inside him continued to press
forward, he felt his guts realign around it. Then it stopped, and
Hellig Nast's groin was touching Craig's ass cheeks.
Now all the way in, Hellig began to withdraw, pulling out all but
the last inch, then pushed back in again. The sensations of his fung
as it slid in and out of Craig's ass and the effect from Craig's own
arousal slowly built up, and his thrusting began to speed up. His
hands caressed Craig's whole body even as he thrust into it again and
again.
Craig grunted from the impact each time Hellig thrust into him,
and almost cried out every time he pulled back. The feel of the
movement, the stimulation of his prostate each time the tip brushed
past it, started the roiling sensations in his balls. Moaning almost
steadily now, he grabbed his cock and began pumping it.
Hellig Nast was at the verge of climax, pistoning into Craig's
ass, his tentacles writhing, fighting their natural urge to connect
hard and fast with his partners' skin. Again and again he thrust
into Craig, the effect washing through him endlessly, sexual
excitement growing, growing. Reaching its peak. Deep within him,
reservoirs broke, alien semen mixed with alien sperm, roaring through
channels, down the last passage, erupting into Craig in spurt after
scalding spurt.
Craig could feel the rhythmic throb as Hellig Nast came, and felt
the hot fluid fill the furthest reaches of his gut. A tentacle
wrapped itself around the base of his cock and balls, tensing in sync
with the pulsing in his ass. This was enough to finish him off.
With a yell, his own orgasm swept through him, fire and ice along his
spine, focussing in his cock as his first shot of cum fountained out
of his cock, arcing across his chest, impacting in a hot puddle on
his breastbone. Two more shots, one hitting slightly lower, the
other landing in his navel. More trickled down over his fingers and
the tentacle as the last feelings of his orgasm died down.
The effect nearly overwhelmed Hellig, and he could feel it
draining his energy as well as his cum, which was now seeping out of
Craig's ass around his fung. Reluctantly, he pulled out, releasing a
flow of his own cum mixed with less attractive material. He
collapsed into a nearby chair, body numbed by orgasm, mind numbed by
the effect, now starting to fade, but still very potent.
Craig whimpered as Hellig's massive cock slipped out of him. He
could feel Hellig's cum running out of his stretched hole. Hellig
was now sitting down, breathing hard, tentacles waving weakly.
"Young Craig," he managed between breaths, "you are truly wonderful.
I would have paid double for you had we met like this earlier."
Craig smiled. Hellig Nast was happy; he was pleased with Craig. A
part of Craig rejoiced in this knowledge, and in the knowledge that
he would have the opportunity to please him again. Many times.
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Kraf 06 -- Meeting His Master
fin 20/12/1993
(c) 1993 Richard Smith
The Kraf
by Richard Smith
Part VII -- Shim
Felix and Jarret watched, amused, as Craig walked in from Hellig
Nast's quarters. He had a somewhat stiff gait, like someone who
knows he has the runs. The relaxant lubrication had that effect --
until it wore off, it was always best not to trust those muscles to
hold anything in by themselves. He went into the large bathroom and,
after a few minutes, they heard a toilet flush, then a shower
starting. It ran for a long time, and they were beginning to get
concerned when it stopped, followed by the brief hum of the sonic
dryer. Craig walked out and headed straight for his bed.
"Was it as bad as you thought it would be?" Felix asked.
"No," Craig said as he collapsed in an exhausted heap atop his
sheets. "It was amazing." Then he was fast asleep.
For the next few days, things were fairly quiet. Looking back at
the past three days, Craig was surprised to realize how many times
he'd had sex. The subsequent lull was both a relief and a
disappointment. Jarret and Felix would get together occasionally,
and they would sometimes invite Craig to join them, but a dull ache
behind his balls would remind him of his previous excess, and he
would decline. That didn't mean he didn't watch, however.
Hellig Nast, it turned out, had enjoyed Craig just in time. The
following day, Craig had noticed that, when the alien had visited
them for a few minutes, he had looked a bit unwell. "He's going
through stralk-gen," Felix told him. "Some changes in his internal
chemistry, I guess. Hormones, if they have them, you know? And he's
starting to get itchy griff, I'd wager."
The mention of itchy griff sparked Craig's memory. He went to
the kinetic art-cum-vid-screen, and activated the limited-access
terminal they had. He called up a directory of the Kraf in the base,
searching for one name in particular. There: Firenn Somm Stralk.
Still an it. He'd check again later, perhaps next week.
Craig spent his free time learning from the tutoring modules on
the vid-screen. Kraf language in particular, but also some history.
He learned that the Kraf had originally come from a small planet
which was starting to die even as they began to develop
technologically. In the final centuries of life on the planet, the
Kraf hurried to advance their science enough to support themselves in
space in order to find a new home. They succeeded, and began their
search for a planet to colonize. But over the millennia, no planet
was ever found to be "just right." Eventually they began trying to
find their old home, their technology then advanced enough to return
its original vitality. But they had been travelling from system to
system for so long that any chance of finding it was next to
nonexistent. So they continued travelling, remaining in one system
until the urge to move on grew too strong to resist, then they would
set off again.
What would they do on Earth? Craig wondered. Would they make
humanity their slaves? Granted, they would be sex-slaves, but still
slaves. Or would they be treated as equals? How much could mankind
learn from the Kraf? And how long would they stay on Earth?
Perhaps, having found other intelligent life, they might settle down
permanently. And if they left, would they take humans with them? So
many questions, and very little information to provide the answers.
During the time he spent recovering from his first few days, Craig
tried to come up with some answers on his own, but continually drew a
blank.
Then, on the evening of the fourth day since his encounter with
Hellig Nast, the alien arrived in their quarters, seemingly his old
self again. More accurately, its old self. "Young Craig," it said,
"I trust you are fully refreshed after these past few days? Tomorrow
I am engaging in shim with Jeggen Gir Prask and Soltuth Farn Krissk.
You are to attend to enhance our union with your effect. Jeggen is
bringing his stralk-jej Patrick as your companion for the meeting.
It will be right after the morning meal, so please be ready by then.
It should prove to be an exciting shim, indeed."
When Hellig was gone, Jarret started laughing. "What's so
funny?" Craig asked.
"You and Patrick," Jarret managed, and puffed out his cheeks,
holding his arms out from his sides, miming a fat person. "He's a
bit on the large side. At least he's lost weight since he was
brought here. Five sixths, in fact. As for mass-"
"Hey," Craig interrupted him. "We're all in this together; we
were all abducted and, whether we like it here or not, we're stuck
here. There's no call to start making fun of anybody in our
situation. And if Jeggen is such a bad master, then Patrick deserves
sympathy instead of wisecracks."
Jarret shrugged. "Whatever. It won't be me having him as a
`companion' tomorrow." The conversation ended, Jarret going back to
his bed, Craig lying on his own, thinking about the morning until he
dozed off.
"Craig, wake up," Felix was shaking him awake. "You should have
a shower and get some breakfast. Hellig Nast said it'd be going for
shim in about half an hour. Better get a move on."
With little chance to think, Craig stumbled groggily into the
ornate bathroom and stepped under the hot spray, which helped clear
his mind. He then had a breakfast of soft-boiled eggs, sausages,
toast, and tea. He was just finishing up when Hellig's door chimed.
When it opened and Hellig Nast took a step into their quarters, Craig
hoped he was ready.
"It is time for us to go, young Craig," it said. "I hope this
shim will help Jeggen Gir after not getting you at the auction. He
seems quite preoccupied with you lately -- almost obsessed. Come, we
mustn't keep the others waiting." Craig followed Hellig into its
quarters, then out into the corridors. After passing through several
hallways, they stopped at a door and Hellig tapped the call button.
A moment later, the door slid aside, and the two stepped into Jeggen
Gir's quarters.
There was the same scale and sparsity of furniture as in Hellig's
apartments. There were also kinetic artworks on the walls, but they
were far from the relaxing ones Craig had seen earlier; these were
composed of dark colours, sharp angles, and quick movements. Beneath
one of these sat another Kraf. It could have been Jeggen Gir or even
Firenn Somm for all he could tell. Hellig Nast solved the mystery
for him. "Greetings, Soltuth Farn. I wish you shim-gah."
Soltuth returned the greeting, and then a voice called out from
an adjacent room. "Shim-gah to both of you, Hellig and Soltuth. And
greetings to you, stralk-jej Craig. Enter all, to meet me and my
stralk-jej Patrick." Soltuth rose from her seat, and all three
entered the other room. Jeggen Gir was standing in the middle of a
raised platform, his feet sinking halfway into its spongy surface.
About twenty feet on a side, it dominated the far corner of the room.
However, it was the other occupant of the room that drew Craig's
attention.
As Jarret had said, Patrick was fat. Standing about five feet,
ten inches, he would have probably weighed around 260 pounds on
Earth. For a moment, old prejudices stirred, and Craig caught
himself making judgements on the other man based solely on his size.
Taking another look, Craig guessed that Patrick was about twenty
years old, and he could see the marks of Jeggen's barbed tentacle-
whips on almost every part of his body. One unmarked part caught his
eye, about four inches long, flaccid. The two other Kraf were
already stepping onto the platform, so Craig decided it was time for
him and Patrick to get familiar. He walked up, holding out his hand.
"Hi, I'm Craig. You must be Patrick."
Patrick took the proferred hand loosely, and muttered a quiet,
"Hello."
Determined to make it enjoyable for both of them, Craig
persevered. "I'm pretty new at all this, Patrick. What usually
happens when you're at one of these get-togethers?"
A look of resignation settled on the other's face, but he spoke a
bit more clearly. "The other guy usually just fucks my ass until
either he cums or the shim is over."
"That's it?" Craig asked in disbelief. "You don't do anything?
Doesn't sound all that exciting. Tell you what, let's start with a
69." He surprised himself with his frankness.
It surprised Patrick, too. "You mean it? I mean, sure. Okay."
Already his cock was rising.
"You get on your back, and I'll be on top, okay?" Patrick was on
the floor before Craig finished talking. Carefully, Craig knelt over
Patrick's head, then lay down atop his ample stomach. The cock
before him was now six inches, semi-erect. Eagerly, he took it into
his mouth just as his own cock was enveloped in warm wetness. He
worked his tongue along the rapidly stiffening shaft, one hand
playing with the balls, pressing the sensitive skin behind the sac.
Patrick moaned around Craig's cock, then went back to work on the
cock in his mouth, sometimes imitating what he was feeling on his own
cock, sometimes improvising.
Patrick's now-erect cock had to be more than seven inches, and
Craig tried out his deep-throating ability. Every time he went down
on the shaft, he let it slide a little further down his throat, and
he managed to keep his gag reflex under control. He felt Patrick's
mouth leave his cock as he gasped at this new sensation. Craig
continued for a while longer, then stopped, rolling off of Patrick.
He decided what he wanted to do next.
Patrick was looking at him with a combination of lust and
confusion. Craig knew both would increase when he said, "Fuck me."
They did. Patrick could only stare. "You said everyone else fucked
your ass, so I'm telling you to fuck mine."
This was enough for Patrick. He grabbed a lube-globe and spread
its contents along his cock, using the rest on Craig's ass, which was
now presented to his attentions as Craig had gotten on all fours.
"I'll try to go slow," he said. "It's not what they did, and it
never felt too good the way they did do it."
Craig felt the head of Patrick's cock press against his lubed
asshole. The pressure grew gradually, spreading him open with almost
excruciating slowness. Then the head was through, and the shaft
began to fill his insides.
"Oh, God," Patrick gasped. "It's so tight, and hot..." His
voice trailed off as he pressed in further. Then Craig felt
Patrick's belly resting on his butt, and he knew Patrick was all the
way inside him.
For a moment, they stayed like that, then Patrick slid back out,
then back in. He grabbed onto Craig's hips, using them to pull
himself in with each thrust, ending with a breathy "uh!" His
movements gradually quickened, the thrusts becoming stronger and
harder, and soon he was grunting "uh!uh!" steadily. The orgasm grew
rapidly now, and Patrick thought of all the others that had just used
his ass without considering him. He pictured himself fucking all of
them the way they'd fucked him, pounding his cock into their ass
until... until... The orgasm streamed out of his cock in a hot
flood, pulsing out in gob after gob, coating Craig's insides.
Patrick yelled out inarticulately as the orgasm wracked his body, his
arms clutching Craig's ass against him, the rest of him trembling
from the intense release.
Craig was moving with Patrick's intense rhythm of thrusting, and
sensed the impending orgasm. His own cock was hard, dripping precum,
but he needed both arms to brace himself against the pounding he was
getting from Patrick. When he came, Patrick pulled Craig against
him, burying his cock deep inside him, and Craig could feel the shots
of hot semen as they filled his guts. Then Patrick pulled out,
collapsing beside him, chest heaving from his exertion. Craig lay
beside him and began to take care of himself manually.
"No, don't," Patrick said when he saw what Craig was doing. "The
other guys fucked me because that's what they wanted to do. You can
fuck me because it's what I want you to do."
While they rested for a minute, Craig watched the three Kraf on
the platform. Two lay atop the third, and all three were writhing in
the throes of some alien ecstacy. Occasionally a tentacle would slap
down on one or the other of the two on top, and that one would groan
and slow their movements.
Patrick finally looked at Craig. "Ready?" he asked.
"I guess. Are you?"
"As ready as I ever was for any of the other guys that fucked
me." He got on his hands and knees, and waited.
Craig popped a globe, spreading it on Patrick's ass, letting one
finger slip in, then another. He wondered how many guys had just
fucked Patrick because they didn't want to do anything else with a
fat guy. And how many times had Jeggen Gir "taken" him? A third
finger slipped in, the muscles around them strong but pliant.
Finally he pulled his fingers out of their confinement, and used
another globe on his cock. When he pressed into Patrick's ass, he
was surprised at how easily he slid into him, and he was in up to his
balls in no time. The smooth warmth of Patrick's insides coaxed him
into motion, and he made long slow thrusts in and out, in and out.
The muscles around his cock tightened and released in sync with his
movements, letting him thrust deep into Patrick, then holding him in
as he withdrew, teasing his nerves and beginning the tickle that
would grow into climax.
"Faster," Patrick gasped out. "Faster, harder."
Reluctant to be like those before him, Craig complied
nonetheless. Gripping Patrick's ample waist, he began thrusting as
hard and as fast as he could. With each thrust there came the slap
of flesh against flesh, and a guttural moan from Patrick. So he
liked it the way the others had fucked him, but not the reasons they
had fucked him, or the way they treated him afterwards. He was
giving Patrick what he wanted, and he'd given him what he had needed:
consideration. Then the thought was temporarily pressed aside by the
growing orgasm brewing down below. His back and legs were tingling,
their muscles pressing him back in again and again. Harder. Deeper.
His balls churned. Squeezed. The orgasm coursed through every
nerve, stealing his breath. The first shot of cum rocketed out into
the depths of Patrick's guts. A second stream followed. A third.
Fourth. He collapsed on Patrick's back, sliding out of his ass as he
rolled off onto the floor, the last of his orgasm trickling down his
cock. He was dimly aware of Patrick cumming a second time, shooting
onto the floor as he masturbated. He faintly heard the alien sound
of a shim coming to a climax on the platform. He was very much aware
of how drained he suddenly felt, as though he'd just shot everything
he'd accumulated over the past four days. Perhaps he had. When his
perception had cleared enough, he turned to Patrick. "I think we
need to clean up. Is there a shower we can use?"
Patrick nodded, standing up weakly. "Master Jeggen Gir,
permission to leave your presence."
A muffled voice grumbled, "Granted, stralk-jej. Go."
The quarters used by Patrick were about the same size as his own,
but split amongst eight instead of three. A few beds were empty, and
at least one had some activity going on, and the other occupants of
the room watched as the two entered and headed for the bathroom.
"Get lucky this time, Pat?" one of them called out.
Before Pat could say anything, Craig turned and said, "Yes, he
did," then went into the bathroom. Designed to accommodate a higher
number of occupants, it was far more utilitarian than the one Hellig
had provided. They both showered and dried quietly, then returned to
Jeggen's quarters.
"Your new stralk-jej is certainly an acquisition to be proud of,"
Jeggen was saying. The three appeared to have recovered from their
own exertions, and the two visitors looked ready to leave.
"We'll have to get together again sometime," Craig said to
Patrick. "You know where to find me." They shared a quick hug.
"May the fates be kind to you both until your next shim," Jeggen
said as they left. Soltuth Farn went in the opposite direction from
Hellig Nast. Craig asked Hellig what Jeggen had meant by his last
statement.
"It's a customary wishing of good luck after shim," it said, and
left it at that.
But if that was it, why did Craig have such a bad feeling about
it?
Part VIII -- The Tryst
It was several days after the shim, and Craig was getting a bit
bored. How could one get bored, in an alien base on the far side of
the moon, with the opportunity for sex around almost every corner?
Well, it wasn't really around every corner -- childish gossip about
what he and Patrick did during the shim was going around the harems,
and even Felix and Jarret couldn't keep a straight face, let alone
get anything serious going while he was around. It would probably
die down eventually, but it was getting on his nerves.
Today was particularly bad. Hellig Nast was out on another Earth
surveillance run, seeking to provide proof of its theories of the
humans' equality to the Kraf. Nobody to talk to, nobody to fuck,
Craig was ready to masturbate out of sheer frustration. Then an idea
began to emerge from that frustration, and he pounced on it out of
desperation. He activated the wall viewscreen, calling up the base's
directory again. With an immense sense of relief, he saw the name
Firenn Somm. Prask. Male. Fully sexually active. A moment later
he was placing a call to him. The screen was filled by the alien
visage that could just as easily have been his master, or the
loathsome Jeggen Gir. The sentiments he expressed, however, revealed
that he was indeed Firenn.
"Friend Craig! I was beginning to despair of ever hearing from
you. How do you find your master?"
"Hellig Nast is very good to me, Firenn. He - it provides what
we need, and takes care of us. All the same, it's been pretty quiet
the last few days."
Firenn Somm gave a gravelly chuckle. "And now that I'm prask,
you wish to take me up on my offer? Barely over a week with us and
you're already abandoning those archaic human inhibitions." He gave
a broad grin. "You called on a good day, young Craig. I'm not doing
anything today, so I'll expect you shortly." His face was replaced
with directions to get to Firenn Somm's quarters. As soon as he had
them memorized, Craig was on his way.
It only took a few minutes for him to reach the large door.
Alien script ran down one side of the doorway, undoubtedly Firenn
Somm's name. He had to stand on his toes to press the call panel. A
moment later the door opened and he stepped into Firenn's quarters.
The first thing that struck him was its size. While the scale still
made him feel like a six-year-old in the world of giant adults, the
dimensions of the room were smaller. It also didn't appear to have
such spartan furnishings, but that may have only been the result of
the smaller space. In one couch sat Firenn, who gave Craig a smile
as soon as he spotted him. The Kraf patted the cushion next to him,
and Craig scrambled awkwardly onto the proferred seat.
"Welcome to my -- what is that phrase, ah! -- humble abode,
friend Craig. Being a lowly young member of this base, I haven't the
resources for a large residence nor even one human for companionship.
But I am doing all right. You are here, and if even for this one
time, I would be the envy of many other Kraf of my status. There has
been much said about you around the flen-sath -- the moonbase, you'd
call it. I was certainly fortunate to have experienced your effect
personally once," he grinned at their shared secret, "but twice..."
Firenn's voice trailed off, but something else expressed his feelings
adequately enough. Twitching slightly, his ten-inch fung was
gradually becoming erect.
Unable to resist, Craig reached over with one hand and began
stroking the red organ. Firenn sighed and leaned back, stroking
Craig's back with one enormous hand. In short order the alien's cock
was fully erect, and Craig had a difficult time getting his hand
around its girth, but Firenn was making it obvious that he was
enjoying what he could manage.
Remembering their previous encounter, Craig leaned over further
until he was staring down at the smooth round head of Firenn's cock.
The last time, it had never gotten fully erect and he'd managed to
swallow the whole thing, but now... He decided to try his best, and
took the head into his mouth. Firenn gasped in surprise, but
certainly didn't complain. Even this much was almost too much for
Craig's jaws, but he persevered. Slowly moving down the pulsing red
cock, he reached four inches before it would go no further.
Beginning a slow rhythm, he worked his way up and down the spit-
slicked organ, taking cues from Firenn's reactions.
A light tickling on his back distracted him briefly until he
realized that it was Firenn's tentacles. Knowing this, he returned
his full attention to sucking as much erect fung as possible. Even
when one tentacle probed his backside, he didn't stop. But when the
thick, muscular rope began to press against his anus, he paused long
enough to moan around a mouthful of alien. By now, Firenn was
beginning to squirm beneath him, trying to thrust into his mouth, a
phenomenal strength of will preventing such a near-disaster. One
large hand cupped the back of Craig's head, likewise moving with the
rhythm of their sex.
Soon, Firenn's movements began to speed up, and Craig anticipated
the orgasm, ready to swallow what he could. Firenn felt otherwise.
"Young Craig," he gasped, pulling the young man off his erection.
Craig was about to protest when the first shot erupted, making Firenn
gasp. It hit Craig beneath his chin, a high-pressure stream of hot
grey cum. If he'd tried to swallow that... Another gush sprayed up,
arcing over, splashing Firenn's chest. More spurted in smaller
spasms, quickly subsiding, leaving the alien semi-erect and
messy.
After resting a minute, Firenn said, "We should wash off, friend
Craig. We're both in need of a shower." Easily carrying the young
human, Firenn Somm entered a side room that turned out to be a
bathroom. Water began to spray down in one corner at Firenn's
command, and the two stepped in. Craig raised his head and let the
water wash away the sticky mess on his chin, throat, and chest. Had
he still had his mouth around Firenn's cock when he came, he'd almost
have drowned. Surely, a load that copious had to be draining.
"Sorry I made you shoot everything that time," he said over the noise
of the shower.
There was another deep chuckle. "Young friend, I could do that
again three or four times today, given enough time to rest in
between. And I hope we can do it at least once more before you go."
Firenn knelt down, running those large hands lightly across Craig's
body, down to between his legs, one large finger finding his anus,
pressing against it. Craig let out a small moan and leaned into the
pressure. He noticed that Firenn's cock was already returning to
full erection.
The alien gave two quick commands and the shower ended, replaced
by the low buzz of the sonic dryer. When it stopped, Firenn went to
a small cabinet and withdrew a small clear container which held a
dozen or so lubrication globes. With some disappointment, and not
just a little apprehension, Craig saw that there were no orange
muscle-relaxing globes among them. He mentioned this to Firenn.
"But surely, friend Craig, your griff-jej is able to handle it by
now? If I go slow, will you allow me to try, at least?"
Craig had to agree -- he wanted this as much as Firenn did. They
moved back into the other room (no special room for sex; another
high-status privilege, Craig thought), and Firenn had Craig lie on
his back on the couch they had used earlier. Breaking one globe,
Firenn spread the lube over Craig's ass with one finger and began to
apply pressure, slowly sinking through. Craig groaned, trying to
press it in deeper by moving his hips and arching his back. Deeper
the penis-sized finger slid, pulling out, then pressing forward
again.
The mysterious effect began to grow, washing through Firenn Somm,
making his erection almost painfully harder. His finger was as deep
as it could go, and he had to go deeper. Craig gave a moan of
frustration when Firenn withdrew in order to retrieve and break
another globe. This time it was spread along the length of his fung,
which he then placed at Craig's small puckered anus.
Craig felt the familiar pressure against his hole, and he did his
best to relax. The pressure grew, and he could feel himself
spreading open to allow it in. But still the pressure grew, the
spreading slowed, becoming stretching. He gasped at the sharp pain,
and the pressure eased back, then slowly returned. Again and again
this would happen, but the pain would be less, and then the pressure
was replaced by fullness. Fullness that moved within him, brushing
against his sensitive prostate, sending electric jolts through his
nerves. His own cock was straining erect, precum leaking down its
shaft.
Firenn watched his fung slide in and out of Craig's tight hole,
and felt the effect of the fully aroused young man as it coursed
through him. One tentacle wrapped itself around Craig's cock, and
began to contract in rippling waves, making him cry out in surprise
and renewed ecstacy. The effect grew even stronger, pushing Firenn
closer to the edge.
The rhythmic contractions around his cock, and the absolute
fullness in his guts, was driving Craig to orgasm. His balls churned
and tightened, his whole body tingled with pins and needles as every
muscle strained to reach climax. Then his nerves were on fire as the
first contraction spasmed within his groin, and he cried out as his
first shot of cum rocketed out and up, landing in a hot puddle near
his head. His own orgasm drove Firenn past his own limit, and Craig
felt that same powerful spurt fill his insides with hot liquid.
Craig's second load landed on his stomach just as Firenn's own second
continued to swell his guts. They both seemed to climax forever, but
the feelings and spasms finally died down. Craig lay panting on his
back, Firenn still inside him, but softening. They remained like
that for several minutes until Firenn picked Craig up and carried him
back to the bathroom, his fung still inside him, holding back the
flood of alien cum. They cleaned up once more, both agreeing
reluctantly that a third try would be nearly impossible that day.
Clean, dry, and exhausted, Craig said goodbye to Firenn Somm
before leaving. "Please come back again, friend Craig. I should
have some muscle relaxants by then."
"No need, it was amazing just the way we did it. Maybe in about
a week?" Firenn agreed, and Craig left feeling better than since
being with Patrick. By the time he reached his own quarters, he was
humming. He stopped when the door opened.
"Where the hell have you been?" Felix snapped. Jarret was lying
face-down on his bed, and it looked like both had been arguing -- the
room was in disarray.
"What's wrong? What's happened?" Craig asked.
"Hellig Nast's what's happened," Felix said angrily. "The survey
ship it was in went down somewhere on Earth, and there's been no word
from either of them." As Felix spoke, he blinked rapidly, as though
holding back tears. "Both Hellig and Soltuth Farn have been
pronounced dead."
It took Craig a moment to realize the full extent of this
statement. "What's going to happen to us?" he asked.
"According to Kraf laws, the possessions of the deceased are to
be divided between the other two members of its last shim triad.
We're considered possessions, and Soltuth was a member of Hellig's
last triad." Felix's voice became bitter. "And who was the other
third, Craig?"
The full impact then hit Craig. "Jeggen Gir," he said, and
joined the others in their despair.
Part IX -- The Wake
The three young men weren't given much time to mourn the death of
their old master before Peter entered their quarters. "Master Jeggen
Gir has allowed you to stay here until space can be found to expand
his own rooms," he said. "However, there will be a wake for Soltuth
Farn and Hellig Nast, and you are required to attend."
Jarret grimaced as Peter left, and Felix grumbled. "We're
required to be at the wake. The Kraf don't really mourn a death," he
explained to Craig, "they almost celebrate it. The word `wake' is
pretty apt. Jeggen probably wants us to perform for his guests.
Showing off his new acquisitions. And we have to obey."
"Why?" Craig asked. "We could just show up, but say that we can't
get sexually aroused so soon after our master's death."
"Jeggen wouldn't buy it for a second, true or not. And you just
have to remember Peter, and what Jeggen does to those who don't jump
every time he snaps his fingers. We're his property now, and he won't
hesitate to break us, physically or mentally."
"I never thought sex here would actually become a chore," Jarret
said, "especially one that I didn't want to do."
They spent the next several hours mentally preparing themselves
for the impending "celebration." Craig tried remembering his time
with Hellig Nast, but that only reminded him of his former master's
death. He thought of the sex between him and Firenn Somm, but it only
made him feel guilty for being unfaithful to his master, and for not
being with his harem-mates when the news had first arrived. And
thinking of Jarret and Felix just reminded him of where the three of
them were going to be spending the rest of their lives.
The silence was finally broken by their chambers' door opening.
"Master Jeggen wants you in his quarters now," Patrick said as he
entered. Jarret and Felix got up reluctantly but Craig, seeing
Patrick, walked right to him.
"Sorry about your master," Patrick said. "Jeggen Gir isn't too
bad, as long as you do what he says." The others joined them, and
Patrick turned to go back out the way he had come in. Following,
Craig noticed three fresh diamond-shaped welts on Pat's back. Not too
bad, he thought cynically to himself, once you get used to him. He
shuddered involuntarily.
The four youths walked along corridors Craig remembered from the
shim just days earlier, and came to the familiar door, which opened as
Patrick reached it. Inside, all the furniture had been moved against
the walls, making room for the dozen-or-so Kraf that stood there.
Also almost twenty young men, some Craig recognized from Jeggen Gir's
harem, the rest likely belonging to the other Kraf present. If we
three are supposed to be the entertainment, Craig wondered, what are
all these others doing here? Looking for sex tips?
"I see my new stralk-jeji have arrived." One of the Kraf moved
towards them; Jeggen Gir. "Young Craig, it is truly good to see you
again. I only regret the conditions." Jeggen laid a massive hand on
Craig's shoulder, and Craig had to tilt his head back to look up at
the alien. "I hope to get to know you well during this diegh --
wake." The hand tightened almost painfully, then released.
Jeggen turned back to the other assembled Kraf and began
addressing them in their own language. Craig could make out an
occasional word, but not enough to make sense of what was being said.
Patrick was still with the three, so Craig whispered to him, "Why so
many other humans? I got the impression that we three acquisitions
were the main attraction."
"You are, sort of. The Kraf here are going to, well, enjoy you,
either personally or through their stralk-jej. The other guys are to
keep everyone else otherwise occupied."
Great, Craig thought. Hellig Nast dies, so they throw an orgy in
his memory.
Nobody else spoke during Jeggen's speech, and there was some
commotion and tentacle-waving when he was finished. Jeggen turned and
said something to Patrick, who led the three youths to stand beside
their new master. He again spoke to the others, indicating the new
members of his harem. He finished with a hand-and-tentacle flourish.
It might as well have been a shot from a starter's pistol;
immediately, several Kraf moved to the gathered stralk-jej, selected
one or two, and retired to a secluded part of the room. Craig
watched as one young man swallowed the erect fung of a Kraf down to
the root in one smooth motion. Another Kraf was lubing its fung and
the ass of its stralk-jej, while a second youth crouched beneath the
first, sucking his cock.
Then a Kraf approached the three young men, accompanied by its own
selection, who looked to be in his early twenties, and built like many
of the others there -- well. "I'm Jake," the man said to Craig.
"This is my master, Kraf Kestip Fith Krissk. She wants me to fuck
you." As if I have a choice, Craig thought, but given Jake's
appearance, he really had no objections. Kestip Fith led the two to
an empty spot in the room, and gave Jake two globes. Craig took the
opportunity to examine him more closely. Jake burst the first globe
and rubbed it along his cock, which was rapidly hardening to at least
nine inches. This made Craig slightly nervous, but his own cock was
stiffening, betraying his own arousal.
He turned away from Jake, getting down on all fours and presenting
his ass. Cool lubrication was spread across his anus, then a finger
pressed against his puckered hole, which relaxed and allowed the
slippery digit to slide in. Craig gave a small gasp at the
penetration, and began to move his hips as Jake worked his finger in
and out, a bit deeper each time, then a second finger entered,
widening his hole more. After a minute, both fingers were pulled out,
and Craig felt the head of Jake's cock as it rested between his
asscheeks.
Jake pressed forward, and Craig's asshole gave slowly, letting the
cock in bit by bit. The head passed the sphincter, and the shaft slid
in more easily. Craig moaned as inch after inch entered him.
Halfway, Jake pulled back to the head, then slid forward quickly, now
burying his cock three quarters of the way into Craig's ass, making
Craig cry out in surprise and ecstacy. Another similar thrust, and he
was in to the hilt. He stayed like that for a moment, feeling Craig's
ass muscles twitching around his member. Then he slid out, pushed
back in, slowly at first, holding onto Craig's waist, gradually
speeding up, feeling Craig move in rhythm with his thrusts.
Craig writhed in pleasure beneath Jake, the nine inches burying
themselves inside him repeatedly. He wanted to jack himself off as
well, but he didn't know how long the orgy would last, or his own
energy and cum. He watched two men as they got on top of a kraf
lying on its back, each one with at least ten inches between their
legs, and each lay over one of its griff slits, fucking it. Another
Kraf was just pulling out of the ass of a man lying on his back, and
alien cum sprayed his chest in seemingly endless spurts. He wanted
Jake to cum soon, he had temporarily forgotten Hellig's death, he
wanted sex, and it was here all around him.
Jake was humping furiously now, his balls churning with his
impending orgasm. He leaned forward, resting his chest on Craig's
back, hooking his arms under Craig's, grabbing Craig's shoulders and
pulling himself as deep into his ass with each thrust as possible. In
a few more thrusts, his cum started boiling up through his cock, and
he held onto Craig tightly as his first shot filled his guts with the
hot liquid.
Craig felt Jake spasm against him, felt him pulse within him,
again and again, almost making him cum himself. With a final groan,
Jake relaxed his hold, straightening up and pulling out of Craig's
ass. A bit wobbly, Craig also stood up, and turned to face Jake.
Kestip was behind him, waving her tentacles in response to the effect
the two men's sex had generated. "That was great," Jake said, "hope
we can meet again soon!"
They had hardly parted when someone tapped his shoulder. Turning,
he saw another Kraf, and was staring right at its semi-erect fung. "I
would very much enjoy your griff-jej," it said. Let's fuck, it meant.
There was a bench of the right height nearby, and Craig climbed onto
it as the alien spread the orange, muscle-relaxing lubrication on its
member. Craig lay back and lifted his legs, and felt the coolness
that coated the hardness now pressing into his ass, felt it warm up
and relax his sphincter, felt himself fill up slowly with alien flesh.
It slid deeper into him, spreading the warmth with it, then the groin
of the Kraf was pressing against his buttocks, its organ completely
inside him.
Almost immediately it began to thrust, slowly at first, letting
its fung slide past Craig's sensitive prostate, each time eliciting a
groan from him and a small bead of pre-cum from the tip of his cock.
The alien's tentacles draped across his chest, weaving lightly over
his skin in strangely erotic patterns. The Kraf was thrusting faster
now, pistoning in and out of Craig's ass, the rapid movement creating
pleasurable sensations almost too strong to endure. He tried to keep
himself from cumming, but even without touching himself his orgasm was
growing fast. Then he felt a sharp sting on his chest; a barb on one
of the tentacles had caught and punctured his skin. The sting was
replaced by a warm, light-headed feeling, as though floating in warm
water. For an instant, he thought that he wasn't being fucked, but
was fucking. Tight hole, amazing feelings washed through him as he
thrust again and again, faster, faster, climax coming, coming,
cumming-
The Kraf let out a gravelly moan as Craig's mind snapped back into
focus. He felt the alien pulse deep within him, and realized he was
crossing over the edge himself, crying out at the intensity of his
orgasm. His cum few out of his cock, landing on the floor, the bench,
him and the alien, who was still pumping him full of Kraf semen in
slower and slower bursts. After they stopped cumming, they remained
together, catching their breath. Finally the Kraf carefully pulled
out of Craig, who quickly clenched his ass to hold in the massive load
until he got to the bathroom.
"Most...enjoyable," it managed before walking -- carefully -- to a
chair to rest. Craig got up off the bench and headed -- also
carefully -- to the harem's bathroom. After getting rid of the
alien's jism, he stood briefly before a mirror, fingering the small
red spot the barb had left. Was that how everyone felt when the barbs
struck home? Craig had heard about poppers once, but doubted they
were anything like that. After a quick wash-up, he returned to the
wake.
Much of the remainder of the "memorial" was a blur of sex, sex,
sex. He was fucked by aliens and young men, and sucked both too, and
he sucked and fucked other men. He was pricked one other time by a
careless tentacle, and had the same feeling of light-headedness. He
watched Jarret and Felix 69 each other while being fucked by two Kraf,
he noticed Patrick in another corner, being fucked by one man, and
sucking another.
Several Kraf and their stralk-jeji had left by the time Craig felt
a familiar strong grip on his shoulder. "My young Craig," Jeggen Gir
said, "the diegh is almost over, and I have not yet...had you. I mean
to do so, now." Reluctant, but remembering Patrick's fresh welts, and
Peter's blank look, Craig went with Jeggen to a bench, and climbed on,
lying down on his back.
"I apologize, stralk-jej," Jeggen said, "but I prefer to have you
on your stomach." Craig turned over, and waited for the penetration.
Cool lubrication was applied to his ass, and- It wasn't warming up;
it wasn't relaxant.
"Master Jeggen," he said, as humbly as possible, "the relaxant
isn't working. Perhaps another globe?"
"It isn't working because it is just lubrication. I expect all my
stralk-jej to perform without such things as relaxants. You should be
suitably stretched by now."
Craig tried to relax as Jeggen pushed his fung between Craig's
asscheeks, pressing open his anus. His muscles were still slightly
loose from his previous fuckings, but the lube had been designed as a
very short-term relaxant, and there was still painful resistance,
reminding Craig of his affair with Firenn Somm. Unlike Firenn,
however, Jeggen continued pushing forward relentlessly, and Craig bit
down on the bench's padding to keep from crying out. His ass was
afire with pain as muscles were forcibly stretched and realigned by
the massive tool. Then it was in all the way, and Jeggen began
thrusting, not slowly at first, but forcefully, aggressively,
possessively. Faster he pistoned, and Craig managed to relax as his
ass grew once more accustomed to it. He moaned as his prostate was
bumped again and again, and he clutched the underside of the bench to
anchor himself against his master's onslaught. He heard Jeggen give a
moan, felt the massive hands move across his back slide down his
sides, grip his waist.
Slap! The sharp burning sting burst over his back, focussing on a
cluster of stinging points, and Craig cried out from the pain. Slap!
Another hit, intersecting the first. Whatever was on the barbs was
now taking effect, stronger than before. He was hardly aware of the
third hit; he was floating above it all, then focussing on one point,
where Kraf met human, thrusting in and out, deeper, harder, taking the
boy completely. The boy was his now, to enjoy whenever he wanted.
The boy had to be shown his place, all stralk-jeji needed to be
constantly reminded. He struck the boy again, felt the muscles around
his fung contract in response. It had been worth it, to get the boy.
Effect washed over him, through him, an ocean of ecstasy, oh, he'd
kill to experience this all the time. He had -- a little bit here, a
little bit there, and the explorers don't come home. Oh, the
feelings, thrusting faster, climax building, oh so tight and the
effect so strong. Harder, oh, deeper, faster, building, cumming-
Jeggen's fung spasmed within Craig, shooting cum in wave after
diminishing wave. Craig gasped as his own orgasm squirted between his
stomach and the bench. When Jeggen pulled out, Craig hurried to the
bathroom to get rid of Jeggen's cum, but also to think. It was too
fantastic to be true, but he couldn't think of any other possibility:
he had actually been inside Jeggen Gir's mind as the Kraf had fucked
him. but that wasn't the worst part.
He had read Jeggen Gir's thoughts, and learned that the alien had
killed Hellig and Soltuth, and just to get him!
Part X -- Recovery
The boys' quarters were quiet, all three exhausted from the
evening's exertions, spent after countless orgasms. Craig lay awake
on his stomach on his bed, thinking about his experience inside
Jeggen's head. His back was still sore from the whipping he'd
received, but there were no lingering effects of the barbs' venom.
All the same, his head swam with the thoughts belonging to his new
master. Master only because he had deliberately sabotaged the
shuttle that Hellig and Soltuth were on. All because he wanted Craig
for his own.
I always thought that an alien race would be advanced enough to
have rid itself of crime, especially murder, he thought silently to
himself. He looked over at Jarret and Felix, already fast asleep,
and debated for not the first time whether he should tell them.
Would they believe me, or just say it was grief and exhaustion,
combined with that relentless pummelling Jeggen thought of as sex?
Finally, it was exhaustion that began interfering with his thoughts,
so he lay his head down on the pillow and was almost immediately
asleep.
He was walking across the moon, his bare feet kicking up puffs of
gray dust. Sharply-defined mountains lay in the distance, the sky
itself was a rich, starless black. Ahead of him stretched a flat
plain of moon dust and moon sand. There was a flash of sunlight
reflecting off metal to his right. Curious, he turned and walked
toward it, until he could make out the shape of the object, then he
increased his pace to a run. It was a shuttle, one from Star Trek:
The Next Generation, buried nose-first at a forty-five-degree angle.
On the side facing him he saw the name of the shuttle, "Hellig Nast."
There was a tear in the hull beneath the name, and something was
leaking out, soaking into the ground: blood. The dark stain spread
out from the crashed ship, quickly turning the whole plain red.
Something shifted at his feet, the now-red sand bulging outward as
something fought to the surface. The mound grew, became a face,
Hellig Nast's, mouth open in a silent cry for help. Or a scream.
Craig jolted awake, the face in the sand fresh in his memory.
The room was dimly lit, and the other two were still asleep. A sharp
pain told him he was lying on his back, making him roll over
carefully. Doing so, he discovered that his whole body was sore
after Hellig and Soltuth's "wake." He hoped that more rest would
take care of his aches, and finally managed to drop off to sleep
again, without any more troublesome dreams.
The next time he woke, Jarret and Felix were already up, talking
quietly at the dining table. Again he thought of telling them about
Jeggen Gir, but what about the dream? It didn't have the clarity or
realism of his experience during the wake, but they could argue that
all of it had been imagined. He decided once more to keep it to
himself, for now. He got out of bed, groaning as his abused muscles
complained about their mistreatment. Even in the one-sixth gravity,
he found it difficult to get to the bathroom.
"You okay, Craig?" Felix called out, "Looks like you might have
overdone it yesterday." Craig's only reply was a loud,
unintelligible mutter. Despite their situation, the two boys at the
table managed to grin.
Craig gave the hot tub a wistful look, but the thought of hot
water touching the lacerations on his back made him wince. He
relieved himself, then limped back to join the others for some
breakfast.
There was little conversation as he ate; Jarret told him that
Jeggen Gir had notified them that he wouldn't require any services
from them today, so they could rest and recover from the previous
night's activities. "Hastem Pock has just gone krissk," he added,
"and she wants me and Tim, her only stralk-jej, to entertain her for
a while. Tim and I are pretty good friends," he explained.
"Any idea what you want to do, Craig?" Felix asked.
"Right now, I want to jump into a vat of that relaxant," he said.
"I don't think there's a muscle on me that isn't sore. And my back-"
"Is this muscle sore?" Jarret asked, grabbing Craig's cock under
the table.
Craig managed a laugh. "Better save it for Tim," he replied.
"I know what you need," Felix said. He stood and went to their
vid-screen, calling up the base's directory. "One of the first guys
the Kraf lifted from Earth, name of Nathaniel, was kept by his
abductor, Kaffith Gast. This was before they realized that the ideal
age for their stralk-jeji was around twenty. Nate's around forty-
ish, but he's not saying for sure. Guess it's because he's around all
these younger guys. Anyways, turns out he gives a really good
massage, which some Kraf say improves the effect their stralk-jeji
give off afterwards. I think you could do with a deluxe massage,
ASAP." He pressed a few places on the screen, then it flashed as it
called Nate's quarters.
The screen flashed again, then blanked, replaced by the face of a
middle-aged man with black hair, a neatly trimmed beard and moustache
the same colour as the hair, and dark blue eyes that seemed to light
up suddenly. "Felix! How long since you last came by? I'll give
you the whole works-" Then Nate recalled recent events. "Oh. Sorry
to hear about Hellig Nast. How's Jeggen been treating you so far?"
There was a trace of irony in his voice.
"Not bad so far, although my friend Craig here got the full
treatment last night, and is paying for it big time now." Craig gave
a brief wave from the table.
"Ah, so you're the one that's got all the Kraf hot and bothered.
Hasn't been one like you for some time. Anyways, Felix, bring him on
over, and I'll see what I can do for him."
It didn't take long for them to reach Nate's quarters, but by the
time they had arrived, Craig felt like he'd walked all the way around
the moon. Felix pressed the call button beside the door, which slid
open for them moments later. "Come in, gentlemen," Nate offered. He
stood almost six feet tall, looking like someone who used to work out
regularly. The muscles had since evened out, probably due to living
in the low gravity of the moon. The black hair of his head was also
on his chest in a light dusting that concentrated into a thin
vertical line below his navel, continuing down to a generous bush at
the crotch. From this bush dangled seven inches of soft cock, and
Craig guessed that the balls hanging behind it were just smaller than
chicken eggs.
When they stepped into his rooms, the first thing that Craig
noticed about the place was the bench in the middle of the floor.
Raised about four feet off the floor, it had a black top two feet
wide and six feet long. There were several folded white towels piled
underneath it, and Nate draped one over the bench, and motioned Craig
to lie down. He lay face-down, and was surprised by the softness of
the black cushion. Felix took a seat nearby to watch.
"First thing I'm going to do is take care of these nasty things,"
Nate said, gently touching one of the marks on Craig's back, making
him draw in a sharp breath. Nate opened a drawer beneath the
cushion, and took out a pale blue globe, crushing it in his fist.
"This will only hurt for a moment," he said, and put his hand
carefully on Craig's back, spreading the ointment over the whip
marks. Craig gritted his teeth as they stung sharply but then faded,
leaving only a slight warmth.
"I hate when I see this," Nate said to both Craig and Felix,
indicating the marks. "Jeggen Gir was nowhere near this bad at
first, when the first young men started arriving. He'd give a lash
or two once in a while, maybe because he forgot, or maybe because he
wanted to, but it was only after he'd acquired Peter that he got
really bad. I don't know if it's just me, but I don't think I've
ever seen him enter krissk or stralk since then, and that was about a
year ago. I've heard there are drugs the Kraf can take to extend a
gender phase, but..." He trailed off as though realizing he was
talking too much. "I think that's done the trick," he said, wiping
the ointment off with a damp cloth. "Now, on to the main act."
He took a globe of massage oil and burst it between both hands,
then laid them on Craig's shoulders. The first grip made Craig wince
from the pain, but as Nate began rubbing the bunched-up muscles
beneath the skin, he began to relax again, feeling them become looser
and less sore. Nate slowly worked his way down his back, his
kneading fingers untying all the knots as he went. Now Craig's whole
upper back was relaxed, and he felt Nate running his hands further
down his spine, out to his sides, back again, down more, out again.
Now his buttocks, and Craig moaned softly as each globe was handled
carefully, a mere breath away from his ass. He tried willing those
hands to go further down into the crack, find and penetrate the bud
of muscle there, but then they moved on to his left leg, pushing and
pulling out the aches in his thigh, his calf, his foot, then the
right leg. Back up along his spine, and a final rub of the
shoulders.
"Over, please," Nate said. Craig rolled over carefully on the
bench, and discovered that he was half-erect. "I take it you've
enjoyed it so far?" Nate asked, also noticing. Craig nodded as Nate
burst another oil globe, and began working on his chest.
Nate's hands moved over and across Craig's chest, sometimes
circling his nipples, sometimes passing right over them. For a
moment, he pinched one in each hand, rolling them between his
fingers, making Craig arch his back as the pleasure spread. Then the
hands moved down to his stomach, then his crotch. By now his cock
was fully erect, producing a massage oil of its own in small drops
that trickled slowly down its length. But Nate avoided his cock,
massaging around its base, between his legs, around his thighs.
Almost teasingly, Nate remarked, "Ah, mustn't forget the arms!"
Moving away from Craig's arousal, he started on the right one first,
along the upper arm, the forearm, then the hand and fingers. Then to
the left arm. "Feeling better now, Craig?" he asked.
"Much better, thanks," Craig said, "but I think something else's
gotten hard in the meantime."
"So I noticed. And after all this hard work, I need some
stiffness worked out, too." Still holding Craig's left hand, Nate
placed it on his own hard-on. Craig began working his hand up and
down the length of it, his hand slick from the massage oil worked
into it. He felt Nate put a hand on his cock, giving it the same
treatment. "I noticed another muscle that needed loosening," Nate
said, his other hand exploring where Craig had wished it would
earlier. "Want me to work on it, too?" Craig nodded, giving Nate's
cock a squeeze to indicate just how he'd like it loosened.
Nate moved to the end of the bench and, grabbing Craig's legs,
pulled him down towards him. Some lube on his cock, and some more on
Craig's ass, and then Nate began to push slowly into Craig. With
little resistance, his cock sank into Craig's warmth, and he pulled
him close against his crotch. The fullness in his ass made Craig
moan, and he wrapped his legs around Nate's waist, trying to pull the
man further into him. He bucked his ass and arched his back as Nate
thrust into him again and again, and gasped when his nipples were
pinched and tugged. He caught a glimpse of Felix getting out of his
chair, working on an erection of his own. For a moment, Craig
concentrated only on the movement of the hard cock in his ass,
pulling out slowly, pushing back in, brushing past his prostate in a
shock of pleasure, out again. A hand wrapped around his cock, and he
realized that Felix was standing beside him, working both their
cocks. He pulled him closer, until Felix's cock was at his mouth,
and he engulfed it eagerly.
Felix gasped as his cock was swallowed by Craig, but then
focussed on Craig's. Maneuvering himself, he was able to take it
into his mouth, so they were 69-ing. He watched Nate's cock slide in
and out of Craig's ass, and could almost feel each time Craig's
prostate was touched, making his cock twitch.
Nate continued to fuck Craig, now massaging Felix's back as he
watched the two suck each other. Craig cupped Felix's balls in one
hand, stroking the base of his cock, trying to pull it further into
his mouth. Felix's mouth on his cock worked up and down, his tongue
wrapping around the head, flicking past the piss slit, then back down
to the base. Craig tried to hold back his orgasm, but he could feel
it building with each thrust of Nate's cock, and with each stroke of
Felix's mouth.
With a final long thrust, Nate's cock shot burst after burst of
cum into Craig's ass, and he held onto the young man's hips as he
pulsed within him. With a groan, he pulled out, Craig's legs still
trying to hold him inside. Craig felt Nate shoot in him, felt the
cum fill his ass, then his cock sliding out of him. Reluctantly, he
let him go and concentrated on Felix. His own orgasm was very close,
and he wanted to take Felix with him. He started to suck harder, and
deeper, letting the cock slide down his throat and up again. Felix
did the same, and a few deep thrusts were all it took. Craig's balls
spasmed and his cock swelled, and the first load of cum shot into
Felix's mouth. This set Felix off, and Craig felt and tasted the cum
shooting into his own mouth. Volley after volley, almost in unison,
they continued to fill each other's mouth, until they relaxed, spent.
Felix stood up shakily, and sat back down in his chair. Craig
stayed on the bench, but lifted his head to see Nate slumped in
another chair, his cock gone soft. He looked at Craig and asked,
"Feeling better now?" Craig nodded weakly and let his head fall
back, to rest a while before washing up. The sooner he returned to
their quarters, the sooner he'd have to start thinking about Jeggen
Gir again.
Part XI -- Transference
Craig lay on his bed, his body relaxed from the massage and sex
earlier, but his mind kept playing an earlier encounter -- Jeggen Gir
at the wake. There had to be something he could do, some way he
could convince other people, other Kraf, that Jeggen was responsible
for the deaths of Hellig Nast and Soltuth Farn. Then he remembered
his dream, the crashed shuttle, Hellig's face crying out in the
blood-red sand. Something stirred in his memory, a familiar image,
but another thought crowded it out; could Hellig be alive, somewhere
on Earth? He clutched at the thought, then tried to remember more of
what he'd seen while in Jeggen's head. "A little bit here, a little
bit there, and the explorers don't come home." That's what he'd
heard/felt/remembered, and he concentrated, thinking of what Jeggen
had done. Something in the shuttle's guidance systems, tampering
with the energy source. Nothing explosive, just crippling. Leaving
them stranded on Earth, where who knows what people would do to them.
Craig felt a surge of excitement and relief; Hellig was very likely
alive! But how could he convince anyone?
"Hey Craig," Felix called from his bed, "you look worried. That
massage wearing off already?"
Craig decided that if Felix wouldn't believe him, it would be
unlikely that anyone else would either. "Felix, have you ever been
hit by a tentacle?"
Felix gave him a strange look at the unexpected question, but
said, "A few times. Why?"
"Did you notice anything, any effects?"
"It hurt like hell, if that's what you mean."
"Nothing else? Lightheaded, dizzy, or anything?"
Felix paused a moment. "There was one time, I was attending a
shim with Hellig Nast, and one of the other two Kraf got me several
times, and I started to feel dizzy, almost like I was starting to
float, but it went away pretty quick. Something happen to you during
the wake?"
Craig nodded, and proceeded to describe how he had briefly
entered one Kraf's mind after it had whipped him once, then Jeggen
had repeatedly hit him as he fucked him, and again Craig had slipped
into his head. He told Felix what he'd learned about the shuttle
accident, and the possibility that the two Kraf were still alive
somewhere on Earth.
"Sounds pretty far-fetched, Craig," he said finally. "Not that I
don't believe you, but what are you going to do about all this?"
"I don't have a clue. I guess I'll have to work it out on the
fly. It's not like I've had much experience with this sort of
thing."
Just then Jarret came in, smiling. "Well, Tim and I had fun.
Did I miss anything?" The other two shared a look and couldn't help
smiling, however briefly, before telling Jarret about Jeggen Gir.
Craig didn't have much time to decide on a plan of action. The
very next day Jeggen summoned all three of them. Their new master
was waiting for them in his quarters, alone. "I thought it was time
for us to become better acquainted," he said, rising from his chair,
fung already erect and pointing towards the young men. "Felix, isn't
it?" he asked, one tentacle brushing against the eldest boy's
shoulder, guiding him to the far end of the room. "Keep yourselves
occupied," Jeggen said to Craig and Jarret, a command rather than a
suggestion.
Craig felt Jarret's hand on his cock, coaxing it harder and
harder. He returned the gesture, pulling the loose skin along the
stiffening shaft's length. They turned to face each other, and now
Craig cupped Jarret's balls in his other hand, feeling them shift
easily in their sac. He stole a quick glance over to where Jeggen
and Felix had moved, and watched Felix run his tongue along the
length of the alien's erection, while Jeggen sat motionless except
for the ominous twitching of his tentacles.
A hand on his shoulder returned Craig's attention to his own
concerns. "I wouldn't mind some of that," Jarret said quietly,
gently pushing Craig down. Needing no other prompting, Craig knelt
before his friend's cock, lightly licking the tip, tasting salty
sweetness of an emerging drop of precum. Running his hands lightly
up and down the backs of Jarret's legs, he did the same to the
underside of his cock with his tongue. Jarret moaned and ran his
hands through Craig's hair, pulling his head as far down his erection
as possible. Craig's nose was now buried in Jarret's pubes, and
Jarret's cock was pressing insistently at the back of his throat.
Gradually he opened it up, letting the cockhead slip through, making
Jarret give an involuntary gasp. Slowly at first, Craig moved back
up the shaft until only the tip was still in his mouth, then ran his
tongue around the sensitive head before sinking back down again,
getting slightly faster each time. "Oh, yeah," Jarret muttered.
"I'll come soon if you keep doing that."
Craig let the cock slip out of this mouth, replacing it with one
ball, then both. He rolled them gently over his tongue, letting
Jarret cool down slightly. Another moan told him that he still had
his full attention, and he decided to return his own full attention
to other matters. Jarret's cock slipped back in easily, and Craig
figured it was time to finish him off. He gently probed Jarret's
anus with one finger, pressing lightly even as he moved up and down
the length of his cock, faster and faster. This unexpected attention
made Jarret groan louder, and he began thrusting into Craig's mouth,
grabbing the back of his head as he drew closer to orgasm. Craig
felt the sphincter muscles twitch as he pressed harder against the
tight opening. With a final cry, Jarret pushed his cock as deep into
Craig's mouth as he could, and Craig felt the pulsing of the first
shot of cum as it was sent straight down his throat. He pulled back,
and the second salty wad coated his tongue, followed quickly by the
third shot. He swallowed it all and the few more spurts that then
slowed to nothing as Jarret relaxed against him, spent. They stayed
that way, recovering.
Again, it was a hand on his shoulder that brought him out of his
reverie. "It's your turn," Felix said. "I guess I was just to warm
him up for you. Good luck."
Reluctantly, Craig turned to face his master, who had moved a
familiar bench into the room. Without questioning, he climbed up and
lay prone on the cushion. "Young Craig," Jeggen said, "I wish to
take you on your back this time." With some difficulty, he rolled
over and watched with fearful anticipation as the alien lubed its
immense erection, then angled it towards his ass. Its tip felt like
a fist pushing insistently at his tight hole, which gave slowly,
painfully without the relaxant lubrication. Gradually Jeggen's fung
worked its way in, and Craig did his best not to cry out, but he felt
like he was going to be split in two by the monster organ. He risked
looking down at the progress, and was surprised when he saw his own
cock straining at full erection, a bead of precum already forming at
its tip.
"Take it all, young Craig," Jeggen said, giving another push that
made the young man gasp in combined pain and pleasure. Jeggen pulled
out slightly, then pushed in again, going even deeper. The sense of
fullness grew in Craig as Jeggen worked himself further inside. It
was a surprise when Craig felt Jeggen's crotch press against his
backside. It's all in, he marvelled, and almost cried out as the
massive shaft began to withdraw, only to slump back as it once more
slid up into him. The pace increased gradually, almost
imperceptibly, and he rocked his body in time with it, matching each
thrust, trying to keep it from pulling back again. The pain had
gone, leaving only the fullness, and the wonderful friction.
The first whipcrack made him cry out as much out of surprise as
pain. The tentacle left a vertical red line across his chest, and he
could already feel the first spread of warmth as the barbs' serum
took effect. He tried to prepare his mind for what he'd planned, but
his body continued to react to Jeggen's thrusting, and he found it
almost impossible to concentrate on anything else. Another strike,
crossing the first and forming an angry "X" on his chest. By now he
was very lightheaded, feeling a mounting pressure as his orgasm began
to grow. Each thrust brought him closer, and he could feel the
fluids welling up inside him, straining for release. I own you now,
young human, and we will own all of you, and I will fuck you all
again, and again, and cum inside every last one. Cum, and cum,
and... Oh, cumming-- The floodgates opened and he cried out, and
shouted as he sprayed the human's insides with wave after wave of his
cum, and watched as Craig's own orgasm matched his, pulse for pulse,
as though they were linked by more than just his fung. Linked,
connected; I'm inside, Craig thought as the orgasm subsided. There
was a pull, something trying to draw him back out as their link
failed, but he held on, he wouldn't let himself slip now. Then the
pull vanished, the link gone, and he was still there.
I'm in Jeggen Gir's head, he thought. I _am_ Jeggen Gir now!
Part XII -- Revelations
Craig looked down at himself through Jeggen's eyes, saw the last
dribbles of cum oozing out of his cock to join the large puddle that
lay cooling there. He also saw the criss-cross of angry red marks
across his chest, and he shook his head, muttering, "Shit."
"Pardon, sir?" a strangely familiar voice asked, and he looked up
at the source; at himself.
Puzzled, he tapped one large finger against the head he used to
occupy. "Am I still in there, too?"
It took several moments for the human Craig to realize what the
strangely-behaving Jeggen meant, and then he smiled. "Yeah, I guess
I am. I thought I'd failed when I was still me."
Kraf Craig nodded. "Looks like I'm just a copy of me--us.
Jeggen must still be in here somewhere," and now he tapped his own
head.
"You're also still in me," Craig said, wincing slightly, "and
I've really got to go."
"Oh. Sorry." He pulled out carefully, then helped his human
self onto his feet. Watching him walk quickly to the bathroom, Craig
was fascinated at how small he seemed from this perspective. A voice
behind him reminded him that Jarret and Felix were still in the room.
He turned to face them, and saw two very confused young men. "I
guess you're wondering what happened?"
Felix was the first to speak. "Is that really you, Craig? This
isn't some sort of test, is it?"
"Nope, no test. Somehow I've managed to get into Jeggen's head
and stay there, but I'm also still in myself. But different me's."
Jarret looked even more confused now. "Is Jeggen still there,
though? Is he pissed that you're in his head?"
"I haven't felt anything yet, but I guess I ought to try." He
concentrated, trying to think of the Kraf, to think like the alien,
and suddenly he felt there was someone else with him, someone silent,
almost comatose. Had he knocked the alien's self into submission?
He concentrated on this other entity, and felt some of the familiar
sensations that had gone through his mind when he'd first connected.
"He's still in here, but apparently out cold," he said. The two boys
suddenly took a large step away from him as though he'd threatened
them with a machete. Then he realized he'd spoken in fluent Kraf,
making them think Jeggen had regained control. He repeated himself
in English, and added, "I guess I can access everything he knows, if
I try hard enough."
"Find out why he's such an asshole," Jarret volunteered. Felix
elbowed him in the side, but then gave a wide grin.
Craig nodded Jeggen's head, then concentrated again, feeling for
the alien's memories. Here! Playing with other young Kraf in the
ship's nursery -- too far back! Blue and green-brown planet covered
with veils of water vapour; helping to establish the temporary base
on the single moon. The first survey mission, and the first
experience of the effect. The first humans brought back to the base,
oh, and now the effect is much stronger. And then the establishment
of the auction and harems; determined to get one, two, as many as
possible. This one, young, strong, stronger effect! Stralk-jej
Peter. Must have him. First time with him, he rejects any
attentions, force is necessary. Lash him again and again, enter him,
thrusting, lashing, the effect washes over me. Me? Who am I... I am
Jeggen Gir... I am... I am... Peter!
"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" The scream sent Craig's consciousness
reeling back out of Jeggen's thoughts. But that hadn't been Jeggen
shouting at him. "Get out, he's mine! You're mine! I'll keep him,
if I have to kill you to do it!" The anger was almost tangible, the
opposite of the effect Craig had felt through Jeggen. He was not the
only one in Jeggen's mind. Someone had been there for a long time,
controlling the alien, using him to get back at the aliens for
kidnapping him, only to become lost in his new role.
"Peter," he shouted back. "You don't belong here! Give Jeggen
back his own mind. You've become as bad as you thought he was, maybe
even worse. There's still a chance things can be worked out. Hellig
Nast may well be alive on Earth, and it may have the final proof
necessary to convince the other Kraf that we are equals. Otherwise-"
"NO! You get out! You don't belong here; get out of our head!"
Another wave of anger swept through him, but weaker than the first.
Why wasn't Peter confronting him directly, forcing him out?
Perhaps...
"Make me, Peter. Come here and make me leave." Nothing.
"You're trapped in there with Jeggen, aren't you? You want me to
leave because you're as powerless now as he was when you took over
yourself. I'll leave, but when I do, Jeggen will be the only one
left."
"NO!!" Peter cried out, realizing what Craig meant. "I can't go
back! Peter's mind-"
"-was burned out by you, so your other self couldn't say anything
to anyone, and maybe you hoped than burning that bridge would help
keep you here. We're going to find out, one way or another."
Ignoring further pleas, Craig turned his attention outward again.
"You must have hit some pretty potent memories, Craig," Jarret
said. "You were pulling all sorts of faces, and twitching..."
"You won't believe what I hit," he said, and told the two youths.
As they tried to digest it all, the human Craig returned. "Craig, is
Peter in the harem quarters? Good, have him come in here, please."
Craig left once more, returning with the vacant young man. "You
asked for me, master Jeggen?"
Alien Craig patted the bench invitingly. "When was the last time
I took you myself, young Peter?" he asked, doing his best to imitate
Jeggen Gir's mannerisms.
A faint smile passed over Peter's face. "A long time, master.
Do you desire-?"
He nodded, and patted the bench again. Eager to please, Peter
climbed up, lying prone, his ass pointing towards Craig's fung.
Craig ran one large hand over Peter's back--so small, so delicate!--
and across his shoulders, then continued with both hands. How many
times had Peter made Jeggen force himself upon a stralk-jej? He
would take Peter, but it would not be needlessly rough, except for...
He felt the tentacles shiver briefly, and he knew he'd have to keep
in control. What if he was drawn out instead, to find himself in
Peter's body and debilitated mind? Other thoughts were claiming his
attention, however, as he felt his fung harden. A tray of globes
revealed a few orange ones; he would not force himself into Peter the
way Peter had done to him. He broke one, spreading its coolness
along his erection, and against the tightness of Peter's ass. The
muscles quickly relaxed, allowing Craig's finger to slip inside,
making Peter moan and wriggle. He slid his finger in and out several
times, making sure the passage was loose enough, then pulled it out
completely. His fung was fully erect, and he pressed it against
Peter's ass, sighing as it was almost sucked into the tight warmth.
The first tickle of the effect crept through him, tingling along
his back, ringing the base of his fung as he slid it all the way into
Peter. He held it there, feeling the muscles surrounding him twitch
and quiver, trying to keep this fullness in place. Then he pulled
back, and Peter wriggled in a desperate attempt to prevent his
escape. He pushed in again, pulled out, again and again in an
agonizingly slow rhythm. He relished the growing feelings of the
effect, like slow orgasms that built and built, only to fade away,
replaced by yet another, and another. He began to thrust deeper,
harder as another feeling began to grow, his actual orgasm, almost
camouflaged by the effect.
Without warning the effect increased almost twofold, and Craig
gasped, thrusting deep into Peter, but without orgasm. Beside him,
he saw his human self mirroring his actions, fucking Jarret's ass.
Seeing himself this way, as though through a video camera, aroused
him even more. He grabbed Peter's hips, and began thrusting faster
and faster. The tentacles were writhing at his sides, seemingly with
minds of their own. Now, he thought, and one lashed out, leaving its
mark on Peter's back. Something fogged his vision briefly, clearing
as he continued pistoning into Peter's ass. Then another lash, as
his own impending orgasm grew in intensity and the effect threatened
to wash him away into ecstatic oblivion. There was a tug, and
everything went hazy, and there was a moment of disorientation. He
was Craig fucking Peter, Peter as Jeggen thrust into him, Jeggen Gir
thrusting into his stralk-jej Peter... Someone took control from
him; he struggled to regain it. The pull continued, increasing with
his climax. Another tentacle lashed out, the struggle making it miss
its mark, impacting flesh elsewhere. Now another pulling, and Craig
couldn't hold on any longer.
With a growling rumble, Jeggen Gir filled Peter's guts with spurt
after copious spurt, the effect seemingly pulling the fluid from him.
He let it pour out of him, as though it were taking away all his
troubles as well.
Peter cried out as Jeggen pulsed inside him, filling him with
liquid heat and sending him over the edge as well. His cock, pinned
between his stomach and the bench, erupted in a white geyser that
spread as Jeggen's thrusts continued to rock him. In a distant part
of his mind, he wondered why he hadn't been fucked by Jeggen for so
long--it made him feel strangely complete.
Craig gasped as he came in Jarret's ass, holding on to his hips,
pulling himself in as deep as he could, his cock sending jets of cum
into his friend. The orgasm slowly died away, and a stinging ache on
his shoulder brought him around quickly. He was back in himself--the
tentacle had hit him, allowing himself to return. But what about
Peter? Jarret gave a disappointed sigh as Craig pulled out in order
to face Jeggen Gir.
The alien was still leaning over Peter, recovering from his own
climax. He seemed to notice Craig and the others for the first time.
"Who are you?" he asked them. "I was taking my stralk-jej Peter for
the first time, and everything went grey for a moment, and now you
three are here. Explain yourselves."
Craig looked at the other two, who merely shrugged, and at Peter,
who remained silent. "Well, master Jeggen, it's a very long and
strange story." Which he then began to tell as best as he could.
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Kraf 12 -- Revelations
fin 12/02/1995
(c) 1995 Richard Smith
The Kraf
by Richard Smith
Part XIII -- Reunions
Jeggen Gir listened silently to Craig's story of how the stralk-jej had
found himself in the Kraf's head and managed to exorcise both Peter and
himself from the alien's mind. Afterwards, he remained quiet, sometimes
staring at Craig, sometimes at Peter, sometimes at nothing. "You are
willing to support this stralk-jej's claims?" he finally said, now looking
to Jarret and Felix. They nodded emphatically.
Jeggen spoke up, now to the room's computer. Craig understood enough
to figure that the Kraf was asking for the whereabouts of Hellig Nast and
Soltuth Farn, then about the nature of their disappearance. The answers
appeared to satisfy him, and he openly glowered at Peter. Unaware of the
reasons for his master's anger, Peter cringed but remained where he stood.
"If this stralk-jej is as guilty as you say, why does he not run?"
"Maybe because he's still burnt-out," Craig said. "Perhaps the
memories of what he did are in some part of his mind that can't be reached
anymore. Can the burn-out be reversed?"
"Yes, and if it will answer my questions fully, I can have it done
immediately. But there is still the matter of Hellig and Soltuth. If what
you say is correct, and they may still be alive, a search and rescue must
begin immediately. You may return to your rightful master's quarters now."
The three youths did as they were told, collapsing on their beds.
Craig, drained emotionally as well as physically after his "battle" with
Peter, was asleep in moments.
Unlike Earth, Kraf bureaucracy is a well-oiled and swift-running
machine. The three stralk-jeji had barely left before Jeggen Gir called
the base's small council, advising them as best he could of the situation.
In short order, three shuttles were dispatched to search for the downed
vessel, and Peter was escorted to the medical facilities to have the burn-
out reversed and the truth revealed to all.
No sooner had Craig shut his eyes than there was a hand on his
shoulder, shaking him awake. "Craig, wake up! C'mon, it's important!"
"Jarret," he muttered, "why not ask Felix? Maybe he's horny, too."
"Not that, dummy! The shuttles are returning. Nobody's told us
anything, but everyone's gathering near the shuttle dock."
Craig's eyes snapped open, suddenly wide awake. "How long-?"
"About twelve hours. You were pretty exhausted after all that. C'mon,
they'll be landing soon!"
The two hurried down the corridors until they reached a large room
crowded with Kraf and a few young men. There was a low murmur of alien
voices, perhaps speculating who would be returning, or perhaps they already
knew. It was more long minutes of waiting before an electronic buzzing at
the far end made the crowd split, shifting to either side to make a living
corridor for those arriving. Craig looked down the newly-formed aisle in
time to see a large door slide open. Four Kraf stepped out and, even
before the peculiar ululating cheer of the assembled aliens rippled across
the room, he was sure that he recognized Hellig Nast. Relieved, he ran to
the Kraf. "Master Hellig Nast?"
The Kraf gave him a smile. "Yes, young Craig, I am Hellig Nast, but do
not address me as 'master.'"
"You mean that Jeggen is still-"
"Nothing like that, my friend. I have important business to attend to
at once, but all should be clear within a few hours. I will meet you at
your quarters then." Before Craig could protest further, the two rescued
aliens were swept along in a sea of Kraf and milling human youths.
Craig spent the next hours lying on his bed or pacing the floor as bits
of the two Kraf's story reached him through the base's human grape vine.
Hellig and Soltuth had been flying over dense jungle in Brazil when the
sabotage manifested itself. They managed to bring the ship down before the
affected systems shut down completely. The thick foliage both softened
their hasty descent and protected them from possible human observers.
After making what few repairs were possible, and setting up an electronic
distress beacon, they could only wait for rescue or discovery. They
apparently managed to fill several of those long hours exploring variations
of two-Kraf shim. They were actually first discovered by humans. More
specifically, one human; a hunter from a nearby camp had gathered enough
courage to investigate the strange thing he'd seen falling through the sky
the previous night. When Soltuth Farn attempted to make a peaceful
greeting, however, that courage vanished and the hunter fled back into the
jungle, shouting warnings of giant red devils. The rescue team found them
hours later, before the hunter could return with reinforcements. The
tampering was corrected and the remaining damage repaired, and they were
once more airborne and moonward bound.
There were vague rumours about what was being discussed by the Kraf
committee, but nothing concrete, and it was starting to bother Craig.
Hellig Nast had said not to call him master, yet Jeggen Gir was not his
master any longer, either. Was he being given to yet another Kraf? Or
perhaps even set free? He felt a brief thrill of excitement at the thought
of his freedom, but it was quickly replaced by another feeling. Surprised,
he realized that he would miss his new life, his new friends, his old
master. True, it was partly because of the sex, but there was something
else, a feeling that he actually belonged.
He was still trying to sort it all out when an announcement came
through the vid-panel. "Attention, all humans. As you are likely aware,
Hellig Nast and Soltuth Farn have been safely recovered from your planet.
Upon arrival, Hellig announced its final conclusions to the council, who
agreed unanimously. Therefore, effective immediately, the human species is
considered to be an equal to the Kraf, and you are all now free."
Craig watched as Jarret and Felix rapidly went through the same
emotions he had been experiencing for the past hours. "What made Hellig
Nast decide in our favour?" Jarret asked.
"Maybe something else happened to them while they were on Earth," Craig
volunteered.
"Or something back here on the moon." Felix gave Craig a meaningful
look.
"He's right," Hellig said from the doorway to its quarters, surprising
all of them. "You could have stayed within Jeggen Gir once you had taken
over, but you not only forced Peter out, you also left yourself."
"What's happened to Peter?" Felix asked.
"The burn-out has been reversed, and it is clear he now recalls what he
did. He will be returned to Earth once we have established communications
with your governments."
"And us? Will we be sent back, too?" Craig remembered his feeling of
belonging and could only hope the answer would be positive.
"All humans will be sent home," Hellig said, "that wish to be sent
home, and all who have been burnt-out will be restored. If you'll excuse
me, there is a celebration to prepare for, and you're all invited."
It didn't take long for the word to spread throughout the station, and
young men ran through its corridors, calling out their excitement and
relief. Many stopped in to congratulate Craig for his part in influencing
the aliens' decision; some expressed a desire to return home, but more
hoped to stay with the Kraf, either on the moon or wherever they might
choose to settle. Craig was sure he'd remain with the Kraf, but would he
stay with Hellig Nast, or with Firenn Somm?
Hellig returned later, but only for a moment. "When does the
celebration start?" Craig asked as the alien started out again.
"It has already begun, young Craig," it replied, a note of amusement in
its voice.
"We're missing it? Where's it being held?"
"You're in the middle of it, my friend. The whole station is
celebrating. Enjoy!" Then Hellig vanished out the door.
"C'mon," Jarret said, making to follow his former master, "don't want
to miss out on any of the action, do we?" Felix was right behind him, and
Craig could hardly stay away from a party that was at least partly in his
honour.
The corridors were busy with excited humans and Kraf treating each
other as equals. He watched as a Kraf politely requested the company of
one youth who happily accepted. They walked into a room off the hallway,
its door closing behind them. Craig could imagine what would happen next,
and the thoughts caused a stirring in his crotch. A young man he'd seen a
few times noticed his condition and walked over.
"You're Craig, aren't you? Just want to say thanks for freeing us."
One hand gently held his cock, coaxing him quickly to full erection.
Smiling, the youth knelt and took Craig into his mouth. Craig sighed as
the wet heat engulfed his cock, and he held onto the other's head to keep
his balance when his knees threatened to buckle. He enjoyed the feeling
for as long as he could, then pulled out reluctantly.
"That was great, but the party's just starting, and I don't want to
finish too early. Besides, I've got a feeling there are a lot of others
who want to thank me the same way, and I don't think I have that kind of
staying power." The young man smiled understandingly as he stood, giving
Craig's cock one last squeeze before vanishing into the growing crowd.
He was right; many other men came up to him to express their gratitude,
in words or action. So many, in fact, that he was becoming overwhelmed.
He made his way through the press of bodies until he reached his quarters.
He lay on the bed, marvelling at the amount of revelry going on, especially
among the aliens. They were losing control over humans, and could no
longer keep them for their own pleasure, yet they were celebrating
alongside them. Then he realized that they hadn't really lost them; after
all, he was planning to stay, as were most of the others, and there would
likely be many on Earth who would gladly suffer through sex and the
attentions of the aliens. But who am I going to stay with, he wondered.
He thought about it for a long time before he got up and activated the vid-
screen. "Locate Kraf Hellig Nast and deliver the following message: 'Now
that I am free to make my own decisions, I find myself in a difficult
situation that I have to talk to you about. It shouldn't take long, and
the party's still young. I'll be in my quarters.'" He waited a moment,
then continued, "Locate Kraf Firenn Somm and deliver the following message:
'Now that I am free to make my own decisions...'"
Hellig Nast arrived first. "Young Craig, what is it that you wish to
tell me? Do you intend to return to Earth? I will miss you if so, but I
cannot stop you."
"Nothing as drastic as that. I'm not leaving the Kraf, but before I
explain, we should wait for someone else. But there is something else I
should tell you, something that happened on the day of your accident."
Craig explained about his meeting with Firenn Somm when he had first
arrived, and his subsequent visit while Hellig's property. "I hope you're
not upset, Hellig."
"Not at all. Our decision that our two races are equal is retroactive.
You were as much our equal then as now; if there had been a punishment for
such an act -- I might have only reprimanded you -- it would have been
repealed when the judgement on humans was passed." Hellig paused,
thinking. "Are we waiting for Firenn Somm now?" Reluctantly, Craig
nodded. "You wish to stay with Firenn, is that what you called us here
for?" Again Craig could only nod. "Young Craig, you look as though I were
about to throw you out of the station! You may stay with anyone you like!
I cannot tell you to stay, but I will miss you."
There was a buzz then at the door, and Craig let in Firenn Somm. "I
came as soon as I could, friend Craig. What-" He broke off when he saw
Hellig. "Greetings, Hellig Nast. It's good to see you alive and well."
"I'm glad to be alive, Firenn Somm. Perhaps I would not be if not for
our mutual friend."
"Hellig knows about us, Firenn, but there's more. I've had an amazing
time with Hellig Nast as part of its harem, but now that I'm free, I want
to stay, but with you."
Firenn's expression shifted abruptly, and Craig guessed it was one of
surprise. "You choose me, even though I am not wealthy, nor do I have the
fancy quarters as you have here?"
"You were concerned about me when I first arrived, and when we met
later. That's what really counts." The alien was speechless, but Craig
could tell Firenn was considering the implications of this development --
his fung was twitching and stiffening. "Well, the party's still going on,"
Craig finally broke the silence, reaching for the massive red organ, "let's
celebrate!"
Firenn's fung rapidly reached full erection under Craig's attentions,
stroking its length, licking the smooth head. Hellig watched with only a
trace of envy; currently neuter, it didn't feel the same urges as Firenn
was experiencing at that moment, but the effect from Craig's growing
arousal, and that from the many humans on the station all similarly
engaged, was having an intoxicating effect on it, all the same.
Massive hands gently engulfed Craig's head as he licked and sucked as
much of Firenn's cock as he could. "If you're not careful," the Kraf
gasped, "I will make a very large mess. Would you like me to take you as I
did the last time?"
Craig stopped his ministrations. "God, yes. But I think we ought to
use some orange globes after all -- aha!" He flourished a handful of the
lube globes, handing a couple over to Firenn. "Do it here, on my bed." He
lay on his stomach, cock stiffening beneath him in anticipation, and he
sighed when he felt the coolness slicken his asshole, warming as it relaxed
the muscles. A shadow fell over him as Firenn positioned himself, and
Craig gasped involuntarily as the familiar hardness pressed against his
ass, pushing, entering, spreading.
As more of Firenn slid into Craig, the alien settled himself on top of
the young man, supported on his muscular arms. Now buried completely
within the moist heat, he started to thrust, slowly at first, pulling out
slightly then pushing back in. The fullness Craig felt was awesome, no
matter how many times before he'd experienced it. He clutched the sheets
on the bed, bracing himself as Firenn fucked his ass, and he bucked and
thrust in an attempt to keep as much of the alien inside him as possible.
Almost too soon Firenn gave a loud gasp as his climax sent pulse after
pulse of cum deep into Craig, filling him even more. The Kraf relaxed, but
remained above and within him. "Friend Craig," he whispered, "you brought
me very close before we started, making me climax too soon. Would you mind
if I rested a minute or two before trying again?"
A single load from a Kraf was enormous, and Firenn was suggesting he
hold two loads by the end. Instead of worrying him, however, the idea
aroused Craig even further. "You can rest right here, Firenn, I'm not
going anywhere."
Before Firenn had recovered, the door to the corridor opened. "Craig,
you're missing-" Jarret stopped when he entered the room. Hellig Nast was
reclined against one wall, idly stroking the griff slits on either side of
its fung, and Craig was pinned under another Kraf on his bed.
"Hi Jarret," Craig waved. "Want to join us?"
Hesitantly, the other young man came over. "You okay under there?"
"Sure. Firenn's just taking a breather, but I could use something to
keep me occupied." He reached out, cupping Jarret's cock and balls. "Had
any fun out there yet?"
"Well, I came once, a while ago. I'm not sure-"
"No harm in trying," Craig interrupted, gently drawing Jarret closer.
He could feel Firenn stirring within him, and was sure the ride would soon
start again. He took Jarret's soft cock into his mouth and began working
it over with his tongue. At that moment Firenn indeed began to fuck him
anew, gently moving in and out, making the first load slosh around in his
guts like so much water. It was not an unpleasant feeling, actually adding
an extra dimension to his fullness. Jarret was growing hard in his mouth,
and Craig began to suck it in time to Firenn's thrusts. He concentrated on
the movements at both ends, trying to keep them synchronized. Firenn's
thrusts were growing stronger, deeper, pushing Craig's mouth down onto
Jarret's cock. The Kraf's hands now rested against Craig's sides, pinning
him in place. A growing tightness was building in his own gut as his cock
rubbed against the bed and two cocks assaulted him at both ends. Jarret
grabbed Craig's head, trying to fuck it harder, to force himself to cum.
Craig sucked and ran his tongue along the underside of Jarret's cock,
finally driving him over the edge. "Oh, God, yess!" Jarret cried out as
his orgasm spasmed his whole body. Hot spurts of jism filled Craig's mouth
and he swallowed them as fast as he could.
The effect was all through Firenn, building up and flowing over him,
driving him on, faster. He could even tell Craig's effect from the rest,
and it was building steadily, threatening to exceed all previous
experiences. Another thrust, and another. So close. Just. One. More.
With an inarticulate cry, everything released in a burst of ecstacy,
pouring out in a rush a Kraf rarely experienced.
Craig felt Firenn give one last, deep thrust, heard him cry out, then
cried out himself as a torrent of alien cum filled him in a matter of
seconds, the pressure pushing against his prostate, sending the last needed
jolt through his own system, triggering his own climax, spraying white
semen over the sheet and his belly. Trapped, each spurt slicked the bed
even more. Firenn Somm was lowering himself to the right of Craig, and he
had no choice but to turn with him -- the pressure of the two loads,
feeling more like a dozen, was now almost painful, and if Firenn pulled
out, there would be far more than just the sizeable puddle he had made
himself. Firenn wrapped his arms around Craig, and the two lay there,
drained as well as filled, catching their breath and revelling in the
afterglow of their sex.
Finally, Firenn carried Craig into the bathroom to let him relieve
himself, and they both cleaned up. When they returned, Hellig excused
itself to find some shim partners for its own relief. Jarret had already
disappeared, leaving the two alone. Too exhausted to go to his own
quarters, Firenn lay down on Craig's bed, legs and arms draped comically
over the sides and end. Craig nestled into the crook of one arm, and they
were both soon asleep.
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Kraf 13 -- Reunions
fin 05/02/1996
(c) 1996 Richard Smith
The Kraf
by Richard Smith
Part XIV -- Homecomings
He was on the desert again -- no, over it. It was still red, but not
from blood, rather that was its natural colour. And there, another Kraf,
buried, only exposing the face. This time it was Firenn Somm, not calling
for help but just for anyone. He was alone, abandoned, waiting. Waiting
for everyone to come back.
Craig woke from the dream, the image of the face in the sand still
clear in his mind. He knew it from somewhere, had seen it before. Then he
remembered, and almost leapt out of bed. Firenn, still recovering from
their previous evening's activities, stirred but didn't wake. Craig went
to the vid-screen and told it to search records for specific information and
to add cross-references and any related data it could find. He'd need
everything he could if he was to break such an astonishing revelation. It
was tantamount to finding the Garden of Eden but, if he was right, there
wasn't any garden, not anymore.
It was a good thing that he had done so much preparation, as the small
council was finding his theory hard to believe; it took over an hour just
to convince them to look at his documentation. The thoroughness of it was
enough to persuade them to investigate further on their own. A research
team was assembled and sent in shuttles to examine the evidence first hand.
That night, sex with Firenn was subdued, as though the Kraf was unsure what
to think of his new companion but, as his load of cum covered both of their
stomachs and chests, he knew he would support Craig, whatever the team
found.
The team returned late the next day, emerging from folded space like
mirages becoming solid. The news renewed the festive spirit of only days
before, but now it was the Kraf who were the happiest. Craig began getting
numerous propositions by various Kraf, including the rehabilitated Jeggen
Gir. He turned them all down, earning Firenn many congratulations for
having such an intelligent and faithful friend.
With this new information, the council decided that full contact with
Earth should be made very soon, but not for a day or two. The celebration
had started all over again, and Craig was in just as much demand as before.
Firenn promised not to be jealous if he enjoyed himself, but Craig still
managed to practice some restraint, sucking less than twenty cocks, getting
fucked only about a dozen times, and cumming in two mouths and three asses
-- and one griff. But now that contact with Earth was so imminent, Craig
kept thinking of one person in particular, and made a request to visit the
planet before the Kraf announced themselves. It was granted, unanimously.
George sat in the apartment, flipping through the channels on the TV,
but not really watching anything. His thoughts kept going over the past
few weeks, ever since he'd met Craig at the party. He liked the guy and,
before the party, had wondered often if Craig might have been gay. After
that night with him, he was sure he was, but Craig had been pretty shaken
all the same; George figured it had been his first time ever, and knew what
that could do to someone coming to terms with his sexuality in this
society. So when nobody had seen or heard from Craig after several days,
George began to worry that the experience had frightened or upset him to
the point of suicide. There had been a brief investigation; several people
at the party had seen them leave together, and the police asked him some
questions. He told them they'd watched a movie, but left out what kind of
movie and what else they did during it. He said they'd talked afterwards,
inspired by the video, and the discussion had left Craig seemingly upset.
It was enough of the truth to satisfy the police, although they still did
give him the standard admonishment to not leave the city for a while.
Further investigation failed to turn up any other evidence or clues,
although many people remarked on a bright shooting star, or a truck driving
with very bright headlights. Both were discarded as having no bearing on
the case. It was as though Craig had just vanished off the face of the
Earth. Craig, he thought for the hundredth time that day, where are you?
I wish I knew you were okay.
A knock on the door stirred him from his reverie. Perhaps it was the
police with more questions, or a search warrant, or maybe even an arrest
warrant. He sighed as he got up, ready to believe it was all his fault.
He didn't even bother to check the peephole; he just opened the door, and
nearly fell backwards.
"Hey, George, you okay?" Craig asked, startled by his friend's
unexpected reaction.
"Okay? Me? You disappear for over two weeks, and get presumed dead,
and you ask if I'm okay?"
Now it was Craig's turn to be startled. "I was? I thought that people
would've hardly noticed I'd gone, except maybe you, of course." He stepped
in and George shut the door.
"The police came by and everything. For a while I thought they'd take
me in as their prime suspect."
"And there you'd be, in that cell, with some guy who'd want you to be
his girl." Craig reached for George's crotch.
"I'm serious!" George frowned for a moment, but the initial shock was
wearing off. Everything was all right again. He smiled. "Well, at least
you've gotten over your uncertainty."
"Oh, very much so. I don't want to say where I've been just yet, but
it really helped me figure out who and what I am, and what I want." He
made a slower, more deliberate move towards George. "What I want right now
is to go to bed with you."
George met him halfway, and they pressed against each other, hands
running across and under clothing, stiffening cocks rubbing together
through layers of fabric. "I want to, too," he whispered into Craig's ear.
Reluctantly, they broke apart, and George led the way to the bedroom. In a
tangle of arms, they removed their own and each others' clothes, sometimes
pausing long enough to caress some newly-exposed skin on the chest, arms,
legs. Finally the underwear was gone, and two erections pointed at each
other for an instant before coming together between two bodies aching with
desire. Already leaking precum, the cocks were soon sliding in a slick of
their own making, driving the two youths even further into their lust.
"The bed-" George managed eventually. "You wanted to go to bed..."
Without breaking apart, they made their way to his queen-sized bed, and
George lay back as Craig leaned forward. Doing so, they came face to face
and, an instant later, were locked in a deep soul kiss. George ran his
hands through Craig's hair, then pulled him closer, mashing their lips
together as their tongues explored each other's mouth.
If we keep going like this, George thought, I'm going to lose it soon.
He knew what he wanted, wanted ever since he'd had Craig's cock in his
mouth. He broke off their kiss and rolled Craig onto his back. Both cocks
were slick with their shared juices, and he knew it would work. He
straddled Craig's waist, kneeling so that Craig's cock was pointing up at
his ass, and lowered himself onto the stiff rod. Its wet head pressed
against his puckered hole, pushing it open, sliding past.
Craig groaned as George took him in, and he lay still, letting George
descend at his own speed. It took a lot of control to resist thrusting
into that awesome heat as it continued to envelope him. Then George was
resting against Craig, Craig's cock completely inside him. They stayed
that way for a long moment, each savouring the feelings the other gave
them.
Then George began rocking back and forth, Craig's cock sliding in and
out only just slightly, sending exquisite jolts through his body. Craig
held on to the hips above him, sometimes running his hand over George's
legs, sometimes trying to pull the young man as far down onto his cock as
possible. George's ass muscles clenched around his cock every time he
leaned forward, relaxing when he rocked back. This milking sensation
worked Craig closer and closer to climax, his balls pulling into him,
muscles straining towards the goal. "Oh, God, it feels great! I'm almost-
I'm gonna-" he gasped as he neared the edge. Just then, George let Craig's
cock slide out and sat just below his balls, taking the slick organ in one
hand and began stroking it furiously. "Oh, yeah! Oh, I'm cumming!" Craig
arched his back as the orgasm hit, rumbling out of his cock in a boiling
white fountain. The first shot flew straight up, falling in a long trail
on George's sweat-soaked chest. The next landed in a hot puddle near
Craig's navel. More shots landed closer and closer to their source,
finally ending in an exhausted trickle over George's hand, which was still
moving in long slow strokes, making a now-sensitive Craig beg him to stop.
George rubbed the cum on his hand onto his chest, mingling with the
sweat and cum already there. Then he lay down beside Craig, draping one
arm over him. "That was amazing," he said. "I wish we could stay together
like this forever."
He didn't see the smile as Craig replied, "Be careful what you wish
for; you might get it. Speaking of wishes, I wish I could get what I just
gave you." He reached down and wrapped a hand around George's cock, one
finger rubbing the copious precum over its head, making George writhe and
groan as the sensations drove him crazy.
"I'd love to fuck you," George said, "but just now I'd probably shoot
as soon as I was inside you. However, I could use a shower right now.
Want to join me?"
"You'd have to lock the door to keep me out."
The bathroom was next to the bedroom, its shower just big enough for
both of them. George got the water going, and it sprayed over them in an
energizing downpour. By unspoken agreement, each began to wash the other;
Craig took the soap first, lathering up then rubbing his soapy hands across
George's chest, his soft cock beginning to twitch to life again as George
reciprocated. It reminded Craig of those massive hands of Firenn Somm,
enveloping his whole body, exploring, caressing.
"You do my back first," George said, interrupting Craig's thoughts.
George turned around in the tight space, his own cock brushing against
Craig, who pressed up against it, briefly trapping it between the youths.
Then he was facing George's back, and he rubbed the soap over it a few
times, then worked it in with his hands, remembering the massage he'd
received a few days earlier. Slowly, he moved downward until he was
fondling the cheeks his cock had been between just minutes before. One
finger slid into the crack, exploring, probing; then another finger, then
both hands, spreading it open to expose the puckered center. He played
briefly with it, pressing lightly and watching George's reaction. Finally,
he moved aside reluctantly to let the water rinse away the soap. "My turn,
now," George said, and they exchanged places.
Craig relaxed as George soaped up his back, enjoying the feel of hands
sliding across his body, exploring him the same way he had explored George.
He sighed as fingers probed his own crack, then almost cried out with
pleasure when they were replaced by a familiar hardness. It slid along the
crevice of his ass and he pressed back on it, trying to coax it into his
hole. "Fuck me," he whispered, hardly audible over the sound of the water,
"right here, right now."
With water and precum as the only lubrication, George's cock pressed
against Craig's ass, which relaxed enough to let the head slip in partway.
He held it there for one breath, and another, then pushed again, feeling
the ring of muscle slide over the edge of the glans, almost clutching him
inside. Craig began to move his hips to slowly envelope George, who made
small motions of his own, pushing in slightly, then drawing back, then in
just a bit more. Their combined efforts quickly had George fully inside
Craig, his chest pressed up against the other's back. He reached forward,
wrapping his arms around Craig's own chest, trying to pull himself even
closer. One arm strayed lower, brushing against a renewed erection.
George took it gently and stroked it in time to his thrusts, making Craig
groan with renewed ecstacy.
Spray from the shower kept them both slick as George began to speed up
his strokes, driving deeper and harder, coaxing drops of precum from
Craig's cock each time his prostate was hit. Hot breath blew across his
neck with every thrust, sometimes carrying quiet words. "Oh, yeah," George
whispered, "I could do this forever." Craig twitched his ass muscles,
making George moan even louder. "I'm getting close," he warned, and sped
up his strokes on Craig's cock, wanting them to cum simultaneously.
The thrusting in his ass, the fullness of it, and the stroking of his
cock finally got to Craig. "I'm cumming! Oh-h-h!" George felt Craig's
cock pulsing in his hand, felt the cum shooting out in white streamers,
felt it cover his hand in sticky warmth. The spasms continued in Craig's
ass, and George certainly felt them there, trying to milk his cock, pull
his cum right out of him, and it was working. "Yes-s-s!" he hissed,
thrusting one more time, deep into the clutching heat, spraying his cum
inside in spurt after numbing spurt. He held on to Craig for support as
the orgasm shuddered through him, leaving all his muscles weak and his mind
in a pleasant haze.
They remained like that, George's softening cock still in Craig's ass,
for long minutes, the shower's spray being all that kept them awake after
their exertions. Finally, reluctantly, they pulled apart and let the water
rinse the remains of their passion away. They dried each other in silence,
sharing an occasional smile. They went to the living room and collapsed
onto the couch. It was George who finally broke the silence. "That was
amazing. I wish we could do that all the time. I know," he said before
Craig could interrupt, "be careful what I wish for. In that case, I wish
you'd tell me where you disappeared to."
"It's a long story." Craig looked at the clock on the VCR and decided
the time was close enough. "You'll probably find it hard to believe at
first, but something amazing's going to happen soon, so bear with me."
He was right, George did have trouble accepting it. He listened to
Craig's story of alien abduction, slavery, orgies, and eventual freedom.
At the end, he shook his head. "It sure sounds like you believe it, but
really, a base on the moon? Aliens with three sexes each? You're not just
fooling around with an idea for a story or something, are you?"
Again Craig checked the time. "Actually, I'll let them explain," he
said, and turned on the TV. There was a talk show on, some women shouting
at each other as the host gazed on. After a minute or two, the picture
grew fuzzy, breaking up as the signal was lost, then replaced abruptly by a
Kraf. The alien wore a tunic that covered the chest, crotch, and legs down
to the knees. There had been agreement among the aliens that first open
contact would work better if they observed human dress protocols. From
just the TV picture, Craig couldn't determine what sexual phase it was in.
"Inhabitants of Earth," it said, "we are travellers, nomads that
journey from star to star, hoping to someday find a place to stay. We call
ourselves Kraf, and a small number of us have been living on the far side
of your moon for several years now. After much deliberation and
consideration, we have come to the conclusion that you are our kin in
spirit, if not by blood. We hope that our two races will be able to
coexist peacefully. Not on Earth, however. Your climate is agreeable for
short periods of time, but not for extended time without suits because of
trace elements in your atmosphere. Not on the moon, either, as the lack of
atmosphere would force us to remain in awkward enclosures. After countless
thousands of generations, our wandering has come to an end, in the place it
started, the planet you call Mars. When we were forced to leave, it was
dying; we have since developed technologies that can return it to life, and
will use them now that we have found it once more. Our emissaries are on
their way to Earth now, and everything will be explained thoroughly when
they arrive. Until then, good-bye." The screen flashed static again, then
returned to the talk show. Craig turned it off.
"It really is real!" George said.
"Yup. In fact, I actually turned down the chance to make that
announcement myself -- I'm something of a celebrity to the Kraf. I've got
one of the most powerful effects they've found, I performed an exorcism on
one Kraf, brought about the rescue of two others, which finalized the
decision to free the humans, and have discovered that Mars is the Kraf's
old home." Craig described the dreams of Kraf faces in the red sand. "I
finally remembered where I'd seen that image before -- those pictures of
the face on Mars. They'd left it there as a memorial, maybe even a marker
if they ever returned. In the end, it had just become part of the legend
of their lost home, and they didn't even bother looking for it. And now
they're home, and are going to repair their world and help us fix ours.
But I won't be staying here long; I'm staying with Firenn Somm, who's going
to be working on Mars. They'll be inviting anybody else, particularly
young men, to help as well. I was wondering if you'd like to come live
with me and Hellig; the hours are good, the food is better, and the sex is
terrific."
George was almost speechless. "You want me to move in with you, on
Mars? Sounds great, but I've got to think about it."
"No pressure. It's a choice a lot of guys are going to be face with
when they learn about the Kraf's sexual appetites." He smiled. "Who'd
have thought? Mars needs men." They both laughed, and then talked, and
George thought about Craig's proposal. And the first Kraf ship landed, and
Kraf and humans met to discuss their combined future.
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Kraf 14 -- Homecomings
fin 06/06/1996
(c) 1996 Richard Smith
If you liked this story, or have other comments to make about it,
send me some e-mail at rtsmith@ottawa.com. This is my
first try at distributed x-rated story-writing, and any critiquing
is welcomed.
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